Observations | Seniors, camels' milk, and slithery things

NAIROBI, KENYA – I think I’d rather type blog posts from the comfort and privacy of my own PC in my apartment.

Right now, I’m sitting in an internet café in Nairobi, chatting with my parents, downloading MP3s, and typing this blog post. I am forced to use this sweat-filled, fly-infested stall to keep in contact with home since our internet at MAA sucks the big one.

3 observations:

1. Are all Seniors so obnoxious? Was the EA Class of ’03 this bad? Heck, was I this bad? I know the class underneath me couldn’t have been more full of themselves had they had a 10-gallon bucket, but still, is this normal?
   
   For chapel on Tuesday night, the seniors put on a “play” showing how they acted freshmen, sophomore, and junior years, compared it to how “different” they are now, and how united they are now, etc...Funny, I haven’t seen a more preppy, exclusive-to-only-seniors, full-of-themselves class since EA04 “rocked the house.” These guys are so cliquish, they won’t even hang out together as a class. But they’re the ones explaining to my kids that it’s easy to work together and become the “great, close, united class we are, so we can all become a great, close, united school!” *BUZZER* I don’t think so.
   
   Funny, after the worship, Mr. Thomas came up to the front to give some announcements, and one of them was “no, Seniors cannot have their own bus.” I’m sorry, what did you just do your worship over?


2. Camels milk isn’t bad. Fresh off the heels of my “Kissing the giraffe” escapade, I decided I hadn’t done enough disgusting things with African animals yet. So when Valerie and I walked into the all-natural food store in the Sarit Center and saw Fresh Camels’ Milk, we both knew what was about to happen.
   
   Long story short, it wasn’t bad at all. It tasted just about the same as normal cow’s milk, except with a slight chalky aftertaste. We downed the whole thing together (with two guest sips from Heather and Honey – Elvin wussed out). Apparently the stuff is good for Diabetes Type I patients, increasing their insulin production by 30%. I don’t know about all that, but I didn’t get the runs, so I consider it a success.


3. New on-campus trend: Getting abnormally too close to snakes. First, on Monday night, Valerie and Elvin walked past night guards hunched over a spitting cobra that one had killed minutes before. Then, a day later, a reportedly “really really big” gardener snake made its way into MAA’s Newspaper Editor’s room and slipped underneath her bed. Valerie was woken up at 5am to the sounds of screams, and she rushed to the room to find 95% of the girls in the dorm standing on chairs, desks, and beds so the snake wouldn’t nip them.
   
   Hey, I’m not saying that condescendingly. If I find a little guy within 50 feet of me, I’m going to get on the first flight off this continent. No way, not me.


4. Bonus observation: MAA Internet still sucks. Ok, so for those of you that have written me lately and sorrow-filled to see I haven’t emailed back, let me again apologize and say “UM, IT’S NOT LIKE I’M ENJOYING IT!” I am unable to send out mail. Oh, yea, I can receive it just fine. I can look at almost any page on the internet, download programs, install Java applications, whatever is out there. I just can’t SEND information: emails, blog posts, accepting of fantasy football trades offered by my dad. It sucks.

Ok, so I think I’m off. Tomorrow, I’m heading to Masai Mara for a weekend camping trip. Expect… no, wait… Hope for a new post coming on Monday morn! Love you all!

-cw