No matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
AND DURING CLASS:
(reality tv gifs)
BUT WHEN I GET HOME AT THE END OF THE DAY:
Just realized I forgot to post about this, and what better time than now considering I don’t feel like writing the essay I have due in less than twelve hours. The other day, we had our pre-departure meeting, which made be simultaneously feel absolutely excited and incredibly terrified. Everything about the program sounds amazing; I found out I’ll definitely be taking a class with Fred, which is good because I know how he works, and we talked about all the awesome things we’ll get to do, like learning to cook traditional Kenyan food (which from my understanding is very bland— but still!) Did I mention they’ll be doing our laundry for us?! Of course then we got talking about all the diseases and by association all the shots we have to get (I might need to take some actual shots before that). The scariest part was talking about malaria, and how we get to choose how we handle our exposure since their are no requirements under the program. Pretty much it boils down to you taking your chances or taking lots of expensive drugs. We also talked about safety, and a lot of it is counter-intuitive but it kindof makes sense (aka don’t take the bus in groups because that attracts attention since “white people don’t ride the bus” there). Still haven’t paid my deposit (because I’m lazy) but I think my parents still aren’t actually convinced I’m really going to do this, and I know deep down they probably don’t want me to (because well, Africa, which to my mom means I’ll be coming back with some sort of crazy tribalesque piercing through my nose). Anyways, thats all for now