Don’t get excited. Its only been a week. If these things come weekly, they are going to get tremendously boring. I save my daily recaps for people who don’t have a choice whether to listen or not. I’ll try to keep this brief and exciting.
After a relaxing weekend, we went to school for an orientation, while the other kids had school. No complaints. We watched an informational video about the school that I swear was sponsored by the History Channel. Way too professional. That day was a lot of paperwork.
The next day we skipped school to fill out more paperwork, this time, at the local police station. The benefit of the long and awful day is that I’m now legally living here and can freely leave in 3.5 months. The downside is that the restaurant on the way home got me sick. Although I knew it was coming, it didn’t make it any more fun. My roommate and I tag-teamed the bathroom all night, recording about 20 trips between the two of us.
Disclaimer: I didn't take this with the intention of putting on my blog. I just...had it available. Also, I photoshopped some seductive shadow over the chest, to maintain my own dignity, a PG rating, and protect those out there who don't want to see my nipples.
I feel better now, but the bathroom doesn’t. Probably because it hasn’t been cleaned yet. Probably should clean that.
Disclaimer: May or may not be the actual toilet.
Wednesdays I don’t have class, and did very little, given its close proximity late Tuesday night, when I got sick.
Thursday I didn’t have class, because thankful, Indians observe every holiday that they’d like to. Take all of the obscure holidays you can think of (Columbus day, May day, and of course everyone’s favorite, Flag day) and then add a bunch and don’t let anyone work on any of them. That’s what its like. This particular holiday is the birthday of Swami Vivekananda (shows up in Word’s spell check), a famous Hindu monk, who helped create an awareness of the true essence of Hinduism (pictured below). Next week we have a day off for….something, and then the entire following week is off for……I don’t know. Something.
Don't make any jokes about his hat. We all have to hold back.
On Saturday the school had a track meet. Nobody ever gets to play sports here, so the year’s track meet is a big deal. It began with every student marching with their department, an announcer and marching bands and people dressed up and…..a group of 15 white kids carrying a tiny size reading “visiting students.” This obvious shot to my masculinity was quickly negated when Courtney Kimball and I won a race, holding a magazine in between the two of us.
Disclaimer: this may or may not be the race I didn’t win, regardless of how loudly I yelled or fiercely I slapped Drew’s butt like a jockey slaps his horse.
There was a market in there as well, with like 8000 shops. I only saw a few.
If I had my camera with me, there would be interesting pictures, and things to say. As it is, I apologize if my life is not as exciting as you’d prefer. Yes I ride elephants like surf boards, play poker with Bengal Tigers, and have monkey butlers to do all of my laundry, but I can’t give you any more than that.
I did hear a kid in class say, “my elephant ate my homework.” That was pretty funny.
Look forward to posts about my school and what it takes to get to my school. But not if you didn’t enjoy this one, because they’ll all be pretty much the same.
Thank you.
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