I love Tuesdays, and I’m even starting to love Monday nights, because I don’t have class Tuesday. It’s the only time I am fairly certain I will be alone; the Boys from next door are in class so I can just do whatever I want even during the daytime. Today, however, my nerdy reverie was […]
It’s 8:30 on a Friday and I don’t feel exhausted or bitter or anything. In fact I feel kind of happy. I’m not sure if it’s the aftereffects of physical exertion — shot some hoops at the lycée, puised some eau — the fact that I’m almost over my cold, the sudden reappearance of free […]
I’m kind of sick but not to the extent that I have a fever or anything. I just feel like crap for no reason and don’t feel like doing anything. I keep taking my temperature hopefully but no dice — 98.6, like clockwork. (The thermometers we were given are Fahrenheit.) Le rhume is a cold […]
Got the most recent Times today with the other mail that Jenny left with Ryan in Bafoussam today. Issue 4, 2010 (PDF; 1.4 MB) has a short piece called "The Everyday Nuances of a [Organization] Volunteer", which caught my eye with the line "That’s five ‘little lies’ I had told, and it wasn’t even 10 […]
Wednesday, on my way back from getting bread and returning beer bottles (consigner, to deposit — 150 CFA a bottle, which you get back when you return them), I ran into a nice older couple who decided to start talking to me about God. Turns out they’re Jehovah’s Witnesses (temoins de Jehovah) and I think […]
I also got my mosquito net finally up, which is good because recently there’s been an influx of some kind of blood-sucking flying ants. Due to the fact that I haven’t actually yet bought a bed, it sort of resembles a pillow fort. That’s also my tiger blanket. Rawr.
Woke up in the Binam Voyages bus back to Bafoussam; we’d only left a half hour ago but I was in desperate need of sleep. Had a brief moment where I wondered if the last two days were just a wonderful dream. It was easy to figure out that it would be dark by the […]
Fridays are the worst. I don’t think it’s really Fridays that sucks — Terminale is my first class on Fridays, and they’re beginning to get it a little bit — but specifically Première. I don’t know if they’re specialized at pissing me off or what. I’d like to call what they do refusal to learn […]
Monday was the installation of the sous-prefet of my newly-minted arrondisement. We were told last week that we should be there and that class was cancelled, but it turns out that was all a big joke. Naturally I didn’t have a lesson planned, or have the papers graded that I got the week before. So […]
Défiler means to march. Not to be confused with marcher, which means to walk. And the youth day festivities ended with a march at the "stade municipal", which is a soccer field at one of the secondary schools here. Every school in the area showed up — and there are a lot. Apparently a country-wide […]