The one lecture I did have was really interesting. Parasitology and Public Health. For whatever reason, this kid could not wrap his mind around the difference between endoparasites and exoparasites/ infections and infestations. The professor called on a random kid to clarify. He gave an answer that was completely wrong. The whole class was whispering through the whole lecture, hardly paying attention. Very different than a Berkeley MCB lecture. So anyway, I raise my hand to answer. I get called on. The Prof asks my name. Brittany. Everyone goes "ohhhhhh". I've been told it's a "name from the movies." I answer the question. The Prof tells me very good and asks if the class heard my answer. They all start laughing. 100 kids laughing at you in your first ever lecture in a new country... now that's an experience.
It didn't really bother me. But I was kind of confused. A really nice kid came up to me after lecture and said that he hoped I didn't feel bad and that there was no inside joke. People were just surprised by my accent. And I laughed. Because what exactly did they expect to come out of my mouth?
So that was lecture one. Neither of my lecturers showed up today. In the absence of a lecturer in the second class, a young man stood up and gave a sermon. Just like that. And in that zoology class, we were asked what is the purpose of all life. The kid who was called on gave an A+ answer. He said "To reach reproductive age and successfully reproduce so that your genes remain in the gene pool." Kidding. What he said was "To serve God." We were asked who agreed. 95 percent of the class raised their hands. Alrighty then.
In more exciting news. I found a food museum. What is a food museum you may ask? It's a torture chamber where they display American brands and American type food in a grocery store setting and charge so much that you can only dream of making a purchase. We're talking a can of refried beans for 6 bucks.
I found some off brand of waffle mix that was a reasonable price. So I got it, because I have been dying without banana pancakes. I figured waffle mix and pancake mix are the same thing.
For the record, they aren't.
I was going to take a picture, but it was too depressing. So instead, here are some photos of me being very happy in the rain forest. Happy to the point of bludgeoning my foot without noticing. Typical.
