So a funny thing happened a few minutes ago. I was walking up on the fourth floor. (trying to avoid studying arabic by finding someone to distract me. If I don’t know it now I’m sure as heck not going to know it by my final tomorrow). And I’m just wearing a spaghetti strap top because I’m in the girls section. I was actually just looking at my skin, marveling at my shoulders, which I haven’t seen a whole lot of lately, when I hear the ominous and dreaded words “Man d’ floor” (translation, man on floor). I slide to a stop mid-stride, frozen, and look left and right trying to determine where the man will be coming from and where I can hide. Then the girls around me start laughing hysterically. One of the Egpytian girls had just said it to see what I would do. Looking at my reaction kind of surprises me. My perceptions of modesty have completely changed. Here I am in jeans and a tank top but when I hear there’s a man on the floor I look to where I can hide. Haha. I was laughing hysterically, and all the girls were laughing AT me. Sigh. *Smile*