Evidently, I cannot escape writing. It is how I process information and the world and being on a semester abroad I am constantly downloading and processing new information from the world around me. Each day I don’t write I feel as though that day has slipped by me and I have failed it. It seems as I have more days my need to write increases rather than deminishes, as I had thought would happen.
This morning is the first day the university is in session. Students are starting today with their first classes for the semester and yes, before my little group left the hotel, we got one of the front desk people to take our “First Day of School” picture. I almost did that in the fall when I saw all of my friends sending their children off to primary school on Facebook. In the end, I did not document my first day of grade 19. *grins* My first day of school this semester was more dramatic. I’d say that we flagged down a combi (mini-bus taxi) but as it is most of the time, the combi flagged us down. The drivers do not hesitate to pull up on the sidewalk to get a rider, which is basically what this guy did. As we walked up he gave the familiar call, “Town! Town!” I told him that we were going to the university. Then as we passed the first taxi stop, he asked if that’s where we wanted to go. I told him no, we wanted to be dropped off on-campus. He clearly had never dropped students off on-campus before. So, each taxi stop we drove by he asked if that was where we wanted to go. Finally, we got to campus and could not open the door ourselves.
The driver told us that we had to put our arm through the window and open it from the outside. As I was in the process of doing just that another driver came and opened it for us. I’m glad I was with the other girls and that none of us were by ourselves. It could have been an intimidating situation on one’s own.