I don’t think that the Fulbright Commision intended this, but this project is making me bipolar. Some days I wake up and Ive got plans and plans and plans, and I’m going to kick ass and really put out some world quality research. Then the next day, I’m signing the blues.
I mean, my microscope done left me, my dog up an’ died, and I’ve got nothing to offer the Arab ladyfolks.
Anyway, today started off high. I’m getting a new batch of shale oil ashes, and (God Willing) I will make some aesome cement out of them. Then, I was told to sit around for four hours before we could use the ball mill. So that put me in the dumps. Then I found a place that sells hot dogs, and I was on top of the world. Then a professor says “all the students are coming to me to sign papers because of the holiday.”
My blood stops moving and I ask him to repeat that but in French. Then English. He tells me the university is closed next week for term break (just like 2 months ago when I first got herre.)
This had better be a joke. An April Fool’s gag. This project is going quite slow enough already, thanks. If the university is closed all of next week I won’t be going to Tunisia. I will be going out of my mind. You’ll probably see me on the news, throwing hostages out of windows.
On the other hand, I guess I could go visit my comrades in Tangier, and go to fes and make floorplans for some medina houses and the like. GRAAAAAAAAH! I know that research in the third world is not like research in the US, but COME ON, MANN. I’m going out of my head over here.