Today I was rejected from my fourth class because Turkish students need it to graduate, so they got first dibs. Then I went to 'TURKISH FOR FOREIGNERS' a class designed to teach Turkish to the foreign exchange students, and they didn't have enough room for 50 of us in the class. Apparently the university wasn't prepared to absorb so many study abroad refugees from Cairo, but we all think it's some Istanbullshit. After our Turkish class, where the professor's English was the worst I've yet to hear from any teacher here (figures.... also, I'm running out of figs and need to go to the spice bazaar...) and we were totally lost, we walked back to the superdorm in the rain, feeling exhausted and hungry and much like the weather we were trudging through.
So, I napped. And then woke up to two things:
1) my roommate having a screaming match with her boyfriend over the phone... I slept so long I think she thought I wasn't here... So now I'm trapped in my cell-like room and want to make noodles so badly, but can't leave.
2) This message from my friend Lillie, who has the worst Turkish roommates who don't talk to her:
MY ROOMMATES STOLE MY ARUGULA. GOING TO GET FOOD. YOU ARE ASLEEP.
COULD THIS DAY BE WORSE NO BYE
It was one of those days that was so awful that it couldn't possibly be real, right? I laugh now, but let's just see if I make it into four classes before next week...
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