Unfortunately, this post has nothing to do with Star Wars; I have just been dying to make a Star Wars reference.
Today was not a good day food-wise. The return of goat milk yesterday should have been seen as an omen of bad news to come. At breakfast today, I had my choice of day-old khubz (bread) or the dreaded baguette. On the bright side, my parents ate breakfast with me. I just drowned my sorrow in nutella and tried to move on with my day.
In Arabic, we learned a lot of really useful phrases and verb conjugations today to help us better express our wants, as in I want to play soccer with you(ana bgheet nlAb lkara maAk), you want to buy a kilo of tomatoes (n'ta bgheetee tshree kilo dyal taneesha), and we don't want to go to school (Hna mabgheenash nmshaaoo l'mddrasa).
Unfortunately, I did not tell my family "ana mabgheetsh n'kool heut." As you try to struggle through that last sentence, Spoiler Alert: this story ends with me eating fried sardines for lunch. I politely ate half of one and just ignored the rest. The fruit salad for dessert made up for it though.
Class in the afternoon was interesting and I followed it up with some time in the riad doing more readings. I have two more articles left. Unfortunately, they are 50 and 90 pages each. I watched a hilarious episode of Modern Family as a study break and also skyped with my friend Paul Finklestein back at Dartmouth. Most of the night was spent finishing my write-up for Year of the Elephant because I had to do some outside research about Islamic Feminism.
Lastly, in travel news, plans to travel to Spain this weekend have been nixed. Instead, Marissa, Elle, and I are going to travel to the beach town of Asilah on Friday. It's like 50 km south of Tangiers and supposed to be gorgeous. We're leaving on Friday during the day day and coming back on Saturday night, so we can hammer out work on Thursday and Sunday. Should be a pretty low-key, recovery weekend at the beach.
Today was not a good day food-wise. The return of goat milk yesterday should have been seen as an omen of bad news to come. At breakfast today, I had my choice of day-old khubz (bread) or the dreaded baguette. On the bright side, my parents ate breakfast with me. I just drowned my sorrow in nutella and tried to move on with my day.
In Arabic, we learned a lot of really useful phrases and verb conjugations today to help us better express our wants, as in I want to play soccer with you(ana bgheet nlAb lkara maAk), you want to buy a kilo of tomatoes (n'ta bgheetee tshree kilo dyal taneesha), and we don't want to go to school (Hna mabgheenash nmshaaoo l'mddrasa).
Unfortunately, I did not tell my family "ana mabgheetsh n'kool heut." As you try to struggle through that last sentence, Spoiler Alert: this story ends with me eating fried sardines for lunch. I politely ate half of one and just ignored the rest. The fruit salad for dessert made up for it though.
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| Taken from google images. Fortunately, there weren't this many on my plate |
Class in the afternoon was interesting and I followed it up with some time in the riad doing more readings. I have two more articles left. Unfortunately, they are 50 and 90 pages each. I watched a hilarious episode of Modern Family as a study break and also skyped with my friend Paul Finklestein back at Dartmouth. Most of the night was spent finishing my write-up for Year of the Elephant because I had to do some outside research about Islamic Feminism.
Lastly, in travel news, plans to travel to Spain this weekend have been nixed. Instead, Marissa, Elle, and I are going to travel to the beach town of Asilah on Friday. It's like 50 km south of Tangiers and supposed to be gorgeous. We're leaving on Friday during the day day and coming back on Saturday night, so we can hammer out work on Thursday and Sunday. Should be a pretty low-key, recovery weekend at the beach.
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