I am pleased to say that my second module has been much better than the first one mainly because the professor has been more realistic with his expectations. However, one thing that has been tough is his teaching style... I frequently find myself looking around to see if people in the class are confused but they either have amazing poker faces or I’m the only one in the class who is confused. The prof will ask if people understand and everyone nods enthusiastically, with smiles on their faces while I’m sitting there going “what the hell just happened?” Anyway, that’s something I’ll have to figure out. On another note- holey moley I’ve been here for one month which means I only have a year left. Boom diggety, time flies when you’re having..... *ahem* working hard. I have managed to squeeze in some fun time and I went out twice this weekend which was a nice break away from the books.

Now I know it seems that I have a habit about talking about the buses or the rain here but it is for a good reason. Take today for example (Mondays seem to be terrible for rain): I woke up to a thunderstorm. Seeing as last week I got soaked by the rain, you’d think I’d know better  (seeing as I am a local now) to just call a cab. Anyway, it wasn’t raining by the time I left the residence so I thought I could make it to the bus stop and all would be good. Wrong-o. I got soaked. And I’m not exaggerating by any means. I was wading through water that was gushing all over the place. Friends of mine decided to take off their socks and shoes but I really didn’t want to risk stepping on uneven ground and twisting my ankle or stepping on something sharp and bleeding everywhere and getting an infection. Instead, for the sake of my education, I pushed through and faced the dangerous waters and got to the bus stop only to have no buses pass and i ended up calling a cab and getting to class 35 minutes late. A new record for being late. I sat through an hour and a half of lecture freezing and smelling of sewage, so naturally I bought a new pair of jeans at lunch... I needed a new pair anyway (see mom, I told you I needed to bring five pairs of jeans)!  So there are a couple lessons to learn here: first of all, I need rubber boots and second of all, if I hear the rain, and see water everywhere, I’m just going to call a cab... it would save me a lot of trouble. 

Flooding in Msida is always the worst when it rains.

If you want to check out some video clips and pictures of the flooding, look here: http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20101025/local/readers-pictures-of-the-floods