It's been a rough week.
Unsolved housing drama has really taken a toll, but I'm hoping in a matter of time I can make some adjustments and things will get better.
On a different note, cultural differences I've noticed:
Traffic lights are called robots.
Chalkboard eraser is called a duster.
People here don't always know where Canada is in relation to the US.
The name "Danielle" is not recognized by South Africans. So here I go by Daniella.
A newly developed strategy for meeting locals:
Since there are zero places to sit and hang out on upper campus (where most under graduate classes are held), I have discovered that venturing to middle campus has some extreme benefits. First of all, there is a dank little cafe with actually comfortable chairs and good study tables. The added bonus along side of the greatest chi latte, middle campus is where the grad school economics program is as well as the law school. Hello successful South African men. We'll see how long this strategy lives up to my projections.
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