ok third and final part and then ill be totally caught up to where i should be. sweet. look how dedicated i am to this.
youre welcome
sooooooo today was my first day of school. unfortunately i was without a loving mommy to see me off, but the way i was stumbling around the apt, i probably couldnt see straight enough to appreciate her anyway. 8am fushah. faantastic. i actually left early with merrit to get coffee before class, although what i really needed was a direct injection of caffine to the system. what i got instead was a iced frappe or something equally useless with a "shot" of coconut flavoring. it was so sweet i could actually feel my teeth disintigrating.
i got to class on time only bc i had the good fortune of running into the provost himself, who was kind enough to walk me to my class. awkward? it was lucky i ran into him though. while my simple mind had assumed i could just walk up the main staircase to the fourth floor to find room 409 in the main building, the actual route made far more sense. we climbed up to the second floor, then instead of continuing on up the stairs we took an abrupt turn to the right, turned a corner and followed a winding corridor down to the end of the building. there we took a flight of stairs up to the fourth floor (somewhere along the winding corridor, the second floor had mysteriously transformed into the 3rd floor) and from there we walked to the other side of the building, went out onto the roof, and finally came upon my classroom. the provost got lost once - apparently one of the staircases moved. hogwarts much? only less cool and magical and more just ridiculous. nice view from the roof though.
my arabic class was awesome. god bless middlebury - despite being 5 chapters behind where i should be, im still ahead of the other kids in terms of general comfort with the language. so i managed to avoid making a total fool of myself in class, although i did ask my teacher what verb وقت was. i thought it was a past tense first person.. lol. my bad. she was like... wokt? time? and i crawled under my desk and died. i can only imagine where i would have been placed without middlebury. arabic negative 2 and a half.
from there i went to the bookstore which has - YES! - fiction books!! which made my life. i was absolutely terrified cairo would be like riyadh with one english language bookstore and i would be stuck reading christopher pike the entire time i was here, and return to stanford retarded. no comments on that, thank you. the bookstore even had a fantasy section. i quite literally did a little dance in the store in front of the fiction bookcase which quite entertained of a bunch of nearby eyptian kids, adding yet another facet to the american stereotype. i bought "miramar" by naguib mahfouz in honor of his funeral. im sure he'd be flattered. im really excited about reading it... i wanted the first book in the cairo trilogy too but i couldnt find it so i think im borrowing it from a friend. such ambition. we'll see what i actually end up reading.
and then i had the spendid good fortune of running into annie (friend from middlebury) so we had lunch and bonded and then did lots of paper work together... such good productive little children. and then i came home and...wait for it...slept through my next class. my mechanical engineering side came out when i apparently re-set the clock itself instead of setting the alarm. im impressed. are you impressed? im impressed.
but no big deal everything is chaos now anyway and nothing ever happens on the first day of class. right. just keep telling yourself that rachel. but tonight my master plan is to sit down and teach myself a chapter out of el-kitab 2 in a feeble attempt to catch up to where i should be. seeing how often i actual follow through with my master plans im kind of excited to see what is actual going to happen tonight...
arent you?
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