And so it continues...

So the excellent experience of the Turkish education system continues. Thus far this week three of my teachers have started to talk about our midterms but it was a little different from midterms in the U.S. The teachers all asked, "when would you like to have your midterm? you dont have to decide now but think about it." This was shortly followed by, "We can discuss what you want the midterm to be, if you have any ideas or suggestions let me know." I was caught a little off guard, i mean seriously I didnt think you would give us this much freedom. So anyways this next week we are supposed to figure out when our midterm is and what it will be. sweet!

So the dorms are kinda like a prison. today as in the past, the cleaning ladies came in and scoured the place resembeling how the gaurds in a prison over turn mattresses and look for shanks and such. louis and I are sitting in our underwear and boom the door opens and two ladies start sweeping, mopping, wiping, spraying, and so on. We are apperantly inanimate objects because they act as if we are not here. They mop under our chairs with us in them and clean the desk with us working at them. We decided to give them their space so we left the room and watched as they continued their clean sweep of the room and bathroom. by the way, to clean the bathroom they take the shower head and spray everything! walls, mirrors, toilet, and floor. they make a mess which they them clean up. so after some time they finish and we return to our regularly scheduled morning.

Yes another laundry story. Every trip to the laundry room is an interesting experience because the guy down there only knows two words in English: "tomorrow" and "Bush". But this time it was slightly more interesting/frustrating. Louis and I are trying to figure out what time we are supposed to come back to get our clothes. We understand that that guy wants us to come back at one o'clock tomorrow. Of course we assume that this means 1pm, wrong! 1:30am roles around and I wake up to constant knocking on the door. I assume its something not important and that the person will wait till morning, but they persist. I get up and answer the door to non other than the laundry man. He invites himself into the room and sets down our laundry, i say thank you, he goes off on some tirade in Turkish, i say goodnight. Looking back i suppose it was ignorant of me to assume that picking up our clothes at 1pm made more sense than 1am but then again it's Turkey and very little makes sense.

Oh yeah, Louis and i found a chinese restaurant and a dunkin doughnuts in a mall kind of near campus. there was much rejoicing.

To explain the picture above, we found a restaurant that is maybe serving Sodexho or they use Sodexho food, i dont know but it was cheap and amazing! For those of you unfamiliar with Sodexho it is the glorious company that feeds us at DU, they make amazing food that people tend to complain about. But that's fine dont eat it and leave it for Beeble and i to eat!