Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Immerse me, Please. (Heavy on the sarcasm)

Today was immersion day. Let me define that for a moment; Immersion is defined as "sinking until covered completely with water." by So from that definition, replace the word "water" with the word "arabic." Then, take the implications of our new phrase, the idea of drowning in the arabic language, then multiply the suggested misery by 20 or 30, and you get Immersion day.
I'm exaggerating, but that was my presumption going into it at 0800 this morning. I showed up later than I was supposed to, but I wasn't too worried about it. I've given up trying to impress the Army Captain in my class. They're not too impressed with sailors. Whatever. So, after a shotgun orientation we broke up and began to investigate a car accident in Beruit which never really happened (don't tell our instructors, though). Then lunch, monopoly in Arabic, and conversation in a simulated coffee shop where we bought real coffee with fake money. Then dinner that I didn't eat cause I ate too much lunch, then came an arabic game that wasn't too much fun. I hope my arabic improved through it all, cause it sure wore me out.
It was an awesome day weather-wise, and we found plenty of free time to go out and throw "korat al-qadm al-amreekea," or the "football." We even came up with our own game we're calling "kill-ball." It is pretty much lacrosse football without sticks. Patent Pending.
I've got two more days of it, and I think I'll be just fine. Outie.

1 comment:

Romondo Davis said...

A wonderful narrative indeed. Keep 'em coming.