Sorry My Post Title Isn’t Clever

Ok, so let's see, a lot of little things happened in the last 24 hours—let me try to summarize:

1. I found out that on Monday when I got back from our trip that I didn't walk in for the tail end of a family reunion—well I guess I kinda did: it was my host sister's wedding! I didn't even know about it until Wednesday night—and even then I wasn't sure that they weren't joking with me. But last night she showed up with her new hubby
   
2. We have a paper due today—and last time we turned something in it was quite an ordeal because we had to go to a cyber café to print. Which is really annoying because you pay by the page (though it's only 200 CFA so I printed my 4 page-er for about 1$) Last time a bunch of us went to one—MISTAKE it took forever!! It was dark by the time we finished and I had to overpay for the cab ride back home. This time I decided to find one near my house—There is a place called the "Baobab Center" in my neighborhood (it's called Baobab…) The center is the hub for a lot of study abroad programs in Dakar—it as actually the first one in Dakar, I believe and I walk past it every day. I chat with the guard sometimes. Anyway I decided to venture beyond the gate and ask them if they have printing facilities. Which they don't, so they direct me to one that is just outside on the same street. I asked if it was the "telecenter" they said yes. NOPE. Telecenter means that there is a phone there. No printer. They were thinking of the old cyber café that JUST RECENTLY got turned into a clothing store. Fail. So I go home then ask my host mom—who would not know but would know who in the family would know…and I was right, my brother directed to one, which I realized was the same one the people at the center sent me to. Unless I want to buy an overpriced man's boubou, I am out of luck because that place is NO LONGER a cyber café. But he thinks there is another one. Across from my house are big dirt parking lots that are actually "soccer fields" and at the end of them there is a cyber café. YESSS success right? Apparently even though it's only 150 ft from my house, they don't have power. I find out that it's a 24/7 cyber café (really good news for me!!) but I decided to sit down and chat for a while since I don't know anyone in the neighborhood—good call, we talked and laughed at me trying to speak Wolof then THE POWER RETURNED and I printed my paper.
   
3. When I got home my host dad looked over my paper and started reading it out loud with the same cadence he uses when he prays…it was a little odd. I don't think that he thought my "observations" on the differences of gender roles in a rural Senegalese village was very interesting,
   

Well, I guess that's the bulk of it; there may have been some other stuff. But here you go for now!!!