Oh Yes He Did!

Friday nights outing took a turn for the worse. I did have a good time, and I try not to let small things ruin my night. But tell me how I was leaving a club and felt a tap on my butt! I turned around thinking it was my friend and she said it wasn’t her and pointed to a man sitting down on a couch. I was heated! I swear I saw red. I walked up to him got in his face and said every curse in the book (sorry Mommy). I turned into a monster, and I couldn’t stop. I kept thinking ‘No he didn’t? How dare you!’ If you let people do things like that and keep quiet they think they can get away with it. I wasn’t having that! He knew he was wrong and didn’t say a word. Humph – I was proud of myself.

Saturday got better. Wrong Skin was so good! And my first time at the Sydney opera house up close. Even the bathroom was nice. The play was a love story, about two people that want to be together but because they are from different Aborigines tribes their love is forbidden. The newspaper described it as modern Romeo and Juliet with a little twist. For one the actors were brown. There was singing, death, crying and a lot of dancing. The guys in the play were the Chooky dancers from Elcho Island, an island off of the Northern Territory in Australia. The Chooky dancers are all over YouTube, and performed their tribal dances as well as modern ones in Wrong Skin. The entire thing wasn’t even in English. The performers spoke in the native language of their tribes the whole time. I love how art is interpreted and the message still comes across, even with a language barrier. It’s like being at home and watching Telemundo. The entire soap is in Spanish but you catch-on and follow the storyline while all the words go in one ear and out the other like gibberish. When we were walking out of the opera house we saw some of the actors from the play! So I asked some stranger to take a picture for me:

Sunday was the Festival of the Winds. It’s a kite show at Bondi Beach that happens every year. Of course the show ended at 4pm, and we got there at 4:05pm. The Sydney bus system is confusing and turned an hour ride into a two hour detour. But kids were still there flying their kites. Better late than never.

Little kid getting thrown in the sand from the wind.



For the next two weeks my Australian Culture and Society course is being offered in categories. We each get to pick an area we want to focus on and have a guest lecturer come in and teach us on that particular subject. I picked Aboriginal culture as my section; I want to learn as much as I can about them while I’m here. Redfern is a town over and they say it's like Harlem, I want to go.

I just got a call from my internship advisor and I have an interview for Women for Women this Friday! I’m excited. I have to email her so she knows who to expect, like a blind date. Can’t be too hard not many black people walking around Sydney.

Other than weekend events nothing else is really going on besides papers and class. I’m trying to NOT spend money; I don’t like to see the numbers in my account go down. The $6 laundry job was trash. My clothes didn’t even dry all the way so I had clothes hanging on the balcony, real ol’ school. And come to find out it’s not just the dryer on my floor, they’re all a waste. Tomorrow I’m going on a hunt to find a Laundromat around here hopefully it’s cheaper.

Peace