During orientation, we were introduced to the transitional concept of the "three apples."
- The first "apple" represents your excitement at the new, exotic world of South Africa (i.e. you've never had an apple before, so this is great!).
- The second "apple" represents a reality check of sorts (you get stressed, homesick, etc. - apples aren't so cool anymore, you've eaten a bunch already).
- The third "apple" is a contentedness with your place in Africa, and with apples (?).
Well, today was Apple Number Two. All day long.
- Woke up with the plague, again (I've been suffering from this Bubonic annoyance for two days now).
- Attended 5 classes in a row.
- Told my entire art history tut that I fell down half a flight of stairs (my tutor asked for our most embarrassing moment - trust me, I did not gush this triumph unnecessarily).
- Have to write a paper. And do laundry. And go grocery shopping. Being a semi-adult sucks (Sorry Dad, "sucks" was entirely too appropriate here).
Now please just take a moment out of your busy day, and lament the passing of Charlie's Apple-Number-Two day.
That's all - no more whining on Awful Beautiful (besides about the birds).
Pinky swear.
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