Well, last night was bad sleep, for those who were wondering. My legs are red, and look like I took some sort of torture device to them. And they itch. Guess who wore pants all day. This guy.
Today started the three day long adventure of the History of South Africa. We started out with a lecture from Dax, which as it sounds was highly entertaining. Then we met our two new lecturers, David and Lara, both south African. They talked about the beginnings of Apartheid and what built up to it. We were in the classroom from 8 until 1220, and then from 2 until 520. It was long. Afterwards, a lot of people went back down to the hide, but I wanted to stay back and relax. As it turns out, an hour and a half goes by much faster than you think it would. Sooner than I knew it, all the buckys were pouring back in, and I had no more time for work or to relax. Hannah and I worked a little on our excel write up, and then went to dinner.
After dinner, we watched District 9, as the theme of the movie is very much an echo of the apartheid movement, though with aliens. Later, I realized I had a new text from chris, and spent the next 20 minutes agonizing over the fact that I had no way to contact him, as I can’t text out, I have no minutes, and neither does anyone else. Rargh. So, I know that this is a little late, but I wrote it as soon as I got the text: I’m sorry I didn’t message you back, it was nothing malicious, just a lack of capability. I love you! Word of the day: The food smells delicious = Shakooja shaynooella kachoozayja.
The Joke
It's a frickin' elephant
A class of five-year old students are learning to read.
One of them pointed at a picture in a zoo book and said,
"Look at this! It's a frickin' elephant!"
The teacher took a deep breath, then asked... "What did you call it?"
"It's a frickin' elephant! It says so on the picture!"
And so it does...
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