Here we go again...

The second semester is underway and everyone is back in the hall. I have to go back into a world where a hot girl is called 'fit', where 'innit?' is a regular part of a conversation and where 'are you going out tonight?' forms the basis of almost every single conversation. Not that I'm jaded or anything. There are a lot of interesting people in the hall, and Im always open to an interesting conversation. Most of the time though, I prefer to eat a meal on my own because the quality of the food usually makes me irritable enough to be good company only to a mental patient and also I have to always be on my guard for the Ninjas. In addition my insomnia has gotten particularily bad and I went a grand total of 21 hours without sleep some time ago. That doesnt make me cranky, but it does make me wonder why I paid money for a bed.
And of course this means a fresh round of assuring people that Rwanda is not one of Jupiter's moons but is a country in Central Africa and also to inform them that I do not live in a cave or hunt for my dinner. I have never worn a loincloth either and any similarity between my lifestyle and Tarzan's is exaggerated. Let the education begin!