Any given Wednesday...

This is as good a day as any to take you through a normal Wednesday in my life. (I just turned in an Amiyya homework that did it in Arabic, but I thought you might appreciate the English. You are welcome.)

I cannot say that I woke up this morning, because I didn't wake up this morning (or this afternoon, for that matter), since I had stayed up all night working on a paper for my history class. Its title was "Transjordanian participation in the world wars and its effect upon nation building." I started the paper around 1am and had five pages finished by 6:45am when I needed to get my things together to leave by 7am.

Here is a picture of my wardrobe (in which, unfortunately, reside no Lions, Dwarves, or Fauns - I've checked) and here is a picture of what I see when I look outside the window. Although you cannot see it in the picture, directly below me is a small patio with an abundant overgrowth of vines and plants that bear the flower - the perfect sanctuary for the Cat Mother and her three small kittens. I just discovered them yesterday and have enjoyed watching them tumble over themselves and practice their urban jungle survival skills.

I grabbed a piece of bread with the lebeneh cheese spread and jam, hastily gathered my things, and went on my way to a pleasant walk up to the place where I meet my classmate so we can share a taxi from our neighborhood to the University. It really is a lovely walk, if a bit hilly. (Actually, that last one doesn't show any hills, but believe me - they are there, lurking, waiting to destroy my quads and hamstrings and other muscle groups I'd rather not think about.)

I arrived at the location, only to realize I had a text from her saying she wouldn't be there that morning due to work. So, I hailed a cab, made sure I memorized his number and then told him to the University. On my way, I worked on my homework for Amiyya about what I do every day.

I arrived at the classroom, surprised to find the classroom door open, and took my usual seat. I studied for a few minutes and the others trickled in. Dr. Muna arrived, and we teased her a bit about being on time because yesterday her alarm clock had broke and she slept in, missing the first half hour of class. We then reviewed some vocabulary and took our quiz (all about telling time, yay!).

So, the moment class was over I took my computer and hightailed my little self over to the office building where I could study in this "Knowledge Society Club" arrangement, using their internet. I finished most of my paper in the 3 hours I have between classes, then headed back to the giant yellow banana building (it's curved and yellow) that houses the language department in order to take my Archaeology class. I, for the first time, hauled out my laptop and used it to take notes while I proof-read my paper. Paper got corrected and I got complete notes for class - it was full of win for everyone except my poor back which had to lug it around all the time.

Then, back to the KSC to print out my 13 pages - for a dinar 30. *grumble* I had thought we were supposed to get 10 free pages of printing/day with our membership, but apparently not.

This was followed by the 30 minute walk across campus, past the School of Medicine, the School of Pharmacy into the College of Rehab Sciences, where I had my class. I presented my paper.

Then the 30 minute walk back to Suicide Alley to pick up a bus to Raghadan. Then at Raghadan to wait for 30 minutes for the bus home (only 90 piasters, though, instead of 220!). Once home, I helped cut up lots of vegetables for our dinner salad. Ummy, yummy food, now writing this.