Picture of my Bathroom (I really did actually take this picture)
Yesterday we took a placement test to see what sections we would get placed in for the Arabic classes. For those of you that don't know, there is the Arabic that is spoken, and the Arabic that is written, and they're different. In conversation, people use Lebanese dialect, which is more slang, and when writing, they use standard. The only arabic I know is what I hear spoken around me, so I wrote all my answers the way I speak it. I guess it's kiiind of like if a ghetto black man wrote his essays the same way he spoke.
Kind of random, but I love this clip from the movie Airplane, and I guess it kind of has to do with what I'm talking about.
Walking in Beirut isn't like any other city I've been to. There aren't cross walks, which I guess makes sense since there aren't traffic lights or stop signs either. At least none that people pay any attention to. To cross the street, you simply walk across. Looking both ways is optional. People won't slow down to let you cross unless you just get in their way and their only other option is hitting you. It was scary at first, but I guess since I have Lebanese blood in me, I quickly got used to it. The Americans/Europeans here havn't figured this out yet, and stand at streets forever, wondering why no one will let them cross.
I went to my cousin's house tonight. It was a little over an hour bus ride and cost $66. Wait, sorry, that would be in the United States. It cost $0.66. No joke! Anyway, my cousin's neighbor's cat here recently had kittens! I'll end this post with some pictures that will make your heart melt. Or maybe make you sneeze if you're allergic.
