Day 71: Caviar
Done with all my relevant exams! Well everything medicine related. Basically consider myself done. So yeah I'm officially back for the fifth time now? I don't know I lost count the second time about half a year ago? Also lost track. Let's cut the introductions and let me cut straight to it. I have a "slight" change of opinion in something I feel I didn't do justice for. I complained a lot about university last time I posted. A bit expected considering I was walking into exams I was clueless about and that sort of fueled my anger. The most prestigious university in Sudan, feels like the most prestigious university in the nation. I offer my sincerest apologies for attacking it only because I'm academically lacking (something I was never used to) and to the fact I have a horrible batch (then again if you're reading this, you probably don't fall into the horrible category). Why the sudden change of opinion? Well, if you happen to live in the world's most notorious nation, you'd know that there was a bit of unrest about our wonderful government wanting to sell a 114 (I hope I got that number right) year old institute. Before I get into this, let me just state that I don't want to imply any political influence or message. The "Islamic" government is well, yeah you know. I don't like communists or communism, the idea is great but I don't think it can ever be put into practice, and whoever thought democracy is possible in this world is clearly too much of an optimist. So I really have no political views. So the reaction to the news, whether it was a rumor, or not, was the students (not on my campus, and particularly not in my faculty, medicine is sort of the disgrace of the university, nothing but people who want to do anything but study), break into protests, which as you probably know was violent with "officials". If you want to get the entire story it's all over social media. The few times anything broke out on my campus and I happened to be present, I decided to join. I don't know, it just felt like Ii had purpose, and a goal I wanted to accomplish, a sense of belonging to a family and community, even if it was at moments when we had a a pickup truck filled with riot police across the street from us. I still haven't been in a situation where there was tear gas or any violence at all (happens on the other main campus), I still felt something. I feel a bit out of words but I'm hoping what I'm saying is getting to you. I'll keep my 100th comeback short. With all due respect, Fiasco Out.