Day 5: Had a group meeting. Conclusions: everyone in South Africa hates Rebecka’s project, Brandon needs to stop surfing, and Brett’s project is pretty much done.
Day 6: Went to see the movie I Now Pronounce You Black and White. It was awesome in every respect. The acting was portrayed with realism and empathy; the cinematography captured the world beautifully; the writing was absolutely hilarious. It was worth every bit of the two dollars I paid for it. And nothing more.
Day 7: I woke up at 8:30. Not considerably early, but not late either. I got ready. After an hour my roommates got up. I waited for them for an hour, and then went to the Internet with the assurance that they would meet me there in a few minutes. I ended up wasting a lot of my precious Internet minutes waiting for them for an hour, and then I gave up and went back home. I waited for them for another half an hour. Then they really did go to the Internet where I waited for another 45 minutes. Conclusion: I am not getting out of bed until noon from now on. Completely pointless.
Next we went to Masimanyane. We got invited to a Human Trafficking conference. I hope this means that we will be discussing Human Trafficking at a professional conference, and not that a bunch of traffickers are going to be having a conference and that we will be kidnapped at said conference. That would be quite the misunderstanding.
Went to institute at 7:00. We were taught some false doctrine. It was awesome, because everyone waited about 10 minutes before someone brought up the subject again and corrected the teacher. Then the lesson went on from there.
Day 8: I stayed at home to do some reading for my classes. I thought I would be able to read two chapters from a textbook (so as to be prepared for my quiz), and then get in a few chapters of one of my books for my research. And then maybe do some cleaning. This was grossly optimistic. I barely got my textbook reading in.
Day 9: Macrae and Rebecka left me as they went to Hogsback. Which was awesome, because Marcus and Divishny invited me to the braai they were havinging. I chatted with some of Divishny’s friends from work about how stupid Americans are, and the many wonders of grilled cheese sandwiches.
Day 10: Swept. Remember that talk that Rebecka was supposed to give on Sunday? Well, due to her being in Hogsback, I now have to write it. So I did that, too. Then I watched The Lord of the Rings to my hearts content. And my heart was contented.
Day 11: Turns out that the girl who was supposed to speak (that Rebecka was covering for, whom I in turn had to cover) showed up to give her talk. So I was off the hook. So I guess I could have spent more time on Saturday watching The Lord of the Rings. If only I had a time machine.
Day 12: Back to the old grind. Went to the conference on Human Trafficking. The good news: we weren’t kidnapped. We were introduced to the presenter Susan Kreston, J.D. solely because we are Americans. We were given a lot of delicious, free food. Bad news: my tummy got full and I couldn’t eat any more food. The things I learned from the conference were these: the U.S. is stupid, and I couldn’t spell stupid right the first time, so I must be an American.
Day 13: Day two of the conference. It would appear that we are good buddies with the presenter (probably our mutual U.S. citizenship has something to do with this)(except for Rebecka, who probably only got in on her charm and good looks)(and the fact that everyone loves Sweden).
Next we went to see Prince of Persia. Conclusions: Jake Gillenhal is värsta läckra killen.
Day 14: Institute. Everybody thinks we are a little weird. Which is fine, I guess. Also, they seem bored with me because I am from Utah, which is totally lame. For this, I refer them to my mother, as I was not consulted on the family move to Utah.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Captains Log--Part 1
Day 1: I arrived in Joburg only to have my very last flight delayed, but the good news is that my luggage made it despite my flight change. The last plane I had to fly onwas named the Jessica. It smelled bad. I couldn’t understand a word the man next to me was saying. I think he was an Afrikaaner. Macrae dragged me all around East London, and I was very confused. My first meal in South Africa was curry. Marcus (our host parents’ son) made it for us. I don’t think he was aware that curry and I are bitter enemies. Rebeckaarrived later that night. Her luggage did not make it, to which I say: “At least you didn’t have to spend an extra 13 hours traveling.” Except I never actually said that, because that would have been rude, and I really do like Rebecka.
Day 2: Macrae, Rebecka and I walked around East London for what seemed like forever. I bought a rock bun at the bakery. It was only 6 Rand, which is about 83 cents in U.S. dollars. But it still wasn’t worth it. Note to self: don’t waste time or resources on rock buns. Next we went to see Auntie P. Auntie P’s house is loud, as everyone in Parkside seems to think it is their second home. Auntie P’s kids Janie and Jaleel and some of their friends had a jam session and sang to Rebecka. I thought it was fun for a while, but also exhausting. Then we went to the grocery store. I purchased the necessaries for survival: unsliced bread, Nutella, cream buns, and all the materials for grilled cheese sandwiches. Fell asleep at 8:30.
Day 3: Went to see Iron Man 2: In which we are back to hating Soviets. All the camera movements used to make it seem like the fighting was semi-cool made me nauseous. Ate lunch at some restaurant where I got the Gooey Cheesy Bread (on the kids menu). The waitress laughed at me, but the joke is on her, because it was only R16, which is like two bucks, by the way. Then we went to Auntie P’s house again to have a Potjie (?). They wanted us to come at noon, even though the potjie was scheduled for 6:00, but we got there at four, which seemed like a really good idea. (It was.) Jaleel fed me some custard stuff for some special reason of his own (I suspect he thought I was lonely) (I also suspect I will be acting lonely all the time if it gets me custard). Auntie P fed us boorevorst in tomato and onion sauce. Rebeckaand I thought this was the potjie, and our tummies nearly cried when Auntie P said it was merely an appetizer. Also, boorevorst doesn’t taste as good as everyone in/from South Africa says it does. They are all liars. Jaleel talked to me all night, as he said that this night was my night, and the next time we came over he would only talk to Rebecka, even though he could handle both of us at once, because he is just that awesome. Then a thousand people came over. Then some people did some break dance, and some little girl beat up Brandon. I was worn out by six o’clock, but Auntie P warned me that the night was still young. It sounded awfully foreboding. I was right to be afraid. The potjie was ready at some point (I didn’t know the time as I was in a time warp), and I couldn’t eat it for the life of me. Not only was half of it curry (a food I have sworn off forever, even though everyone wants to make me eat it all the time), but also I was stuffed full with that “appetizer.” I pawned the meat off on Jaleel, and then gave the gravy Janie. Rebecka taught some kids how to swear in Swedish. I was crying with exhaustion. We still weren’t allowed to go home. Jaleel told me I reminded him of Bella Swan from Twilight. I have never been so offended in my life, and that’s counting the time that someone said I looked like Tom Hanks. We were finally allowed to go home. I have never been so happy.
Day 4: Got up early and went to church. On the way there a white boy got in the taxi with us. This was shocking, because white people never use taxis. You might be thinking, “but Heather, you are also white,” to which I reply “false.” Church was good. Rebecka got a speaking assignment for next week. Awesome. Brett made it home from Baptist service okay, not dead.
Day 2: Macrae, Rebecka and I walked around East London for what seemed like forever. I bought a rock bun at the bakery. It was only 6 Rand, which is about 83 cents in U.S. dollars. But it still wasn’t worth it. Note to self: don’t waste time or resources on rock buns. Next we went to see Auntie P. Auntie P’s house is loud, as everyone in Parkside seems to think it is their second home. Auntie P’s kids Janie and Jaleel and some of their friends had a jam session and sang to Rebecka. I thought it was fun for a while, but also exhausting. Then we went to the grocery store. I purchased the necessaries for survival: unsliced bread, Nutella, cream buns, and all the materials for grilled cheese sandwiches. Fell asleep at 8:30.
Day 3: Went to see Iron Man 2: In which we are back to hating Soviets. All the camera movements used to make it seem like the fighting was semi-cool made me nauseous. Ate lunch at some restaurant where I got the Gooey Cheesy Bread (on the kids menu). The waitress laughed at me, but the joke is on her, because it was only R16, which is like two bucks, by the way. Then we went to Auntie P’s house again to have a Potjie (?). They wanted us to come at noon, even though the potjie was scheduled for 6:00, but we got there at four, which seemed like a really good idea. (It was.) Jaleel fed me some custard stuff for some special reason of his own (I suspect he thought I was lonely) (I also suspect I will be acting lonely all the time if it gets me custard). Auntie P fed us boorevorst in tomato and onion sauce. Rebeckaand I thought this was the potjie, and our tummies nearly cried when Auntie P said it was merely an appetizer. Also, boorevorst doesn’t taste as good as everyone in/from South Africa says it does. They are all liars. Jaleel talked to me all night, as he said that this night was my night, and the next time we came over he would only talk to Rebecka, even though he could handle both of us at once, because he is just that awesome. Then a thousand people came over. Then some people did some break dance, and some little girl beat up Brandon. I was worn out by six o’clock, but Auntie P warned me that the night was still young. It sounded awfully foreboding. I was right to be afraid. The potjie was ready at some point (I didn’t know the time as I was in a time warp), and I couldn’t eat it for the life of me. Not only was half of it curry (a food I have sworn off forever, even though everyone wants to make me eat it all the time), but also I was stuffed full with that “appetizer.” I pawned the meat off on Jaleel, and then gave the gravy Janie. Rebecka taught some kids how to swear in Swedish. I was crying with exhaustion. We still weren’t allowed to go home. Jaleel told me I reminded him of Bella Swan from Twilight. I have never been so offended in my life, and that’s counting the time that someone said I looked like Tom Hanks. We were finally allowed to go home. I have never been so happy.
Day 4: Got up early and went to church. On the way there a white boy got in the taxi with us. This was shocking, because white people never use taxis. You might be thinking, “but Heather, you are also white,” to which I reply “false.” Church was good. Rebecka got a speaking assignment for next week. Awesome. Brett made it home from Baptist service okay, not dead.
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