Friday, February 1, 2013
Breakfast
Porridge is the thick, sticky sustenance
that binds us together and makes us strong. May it never acquire flavor and
lose its nondescript qualities that make it so great. ¡Vive el Porridge!
Lunch
Today tested what little self-control I
have left. I’ve quite literally eaten 2 kilos of Nutella in 2 days because it
was available and I had clean spoons (though let’s be honest, clean or not
those spoons were going to get used and in the worst way). To be even more
candid I should also confess that I’ve sucked on cough drops (on multiple
occasions) because they were the closest thing I had to something sweet, so
believe me when I say I have long since buried the withered remains of my
self-control. It was Hero’s Day today (comparable to Veteran’s Day) and as
tradition there was a mind-numbing ceremony for a few hours in the morning
(after starting an hour late). Very untraditional though was the lack of meat
and beer. I was looking forward to something different (I would have opted for
a fanta since that’s what students would have been offered) but the fates had it
written in the stars that I would eat another helping of kayunga and bean. What
tested me was when we teachers went to a bar afterwards to carry on with the
ceremony and start the celebrating (read: drink lots of beer out of students’
sight). Turning down a beer isn’t hard to do but when you’re the only sober one
in a small room packed with 25 other people all drinking themselves silly on
the school’s dime it takes more than self-control not to find a needle and get
alcohol flowing into your bloodstream intravenously so as to feel alcohol’s
effects as quickly as possible. Only divine intervention or a coma could
prevent me from drinking beer and because I don’t believe in God I’m going to
claim that I fell into a coma-like state making it possible to withstand free
beer in a setting like this.
Evening
Snack
A little extra protein in the form of a
bug that flew into my mouth when I was out walking with someone, shortly
followed by a bug flying directly into my eye.
Dinner
Ibishyimbo.
If I were a better writer I could write something more interesting about eating
beans again for the fifth night in a row but I’m not so I won’t. I ate beans
for dinner.
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