10.9.08

Ten reasons that I know I'm a PCT in Morocco and not a dancer in NYC:

* I sit through "sessions" nowadays. ("Sit" also encompasses wiggling, stretching, doodling, whispering & twiddling).
* I've transitioned from 250 sq feet and one roommate, to 5 square meters and three roommates.
* I eat a lot of dates.
* I actually get in trouble for sticking my legs up in the air during class. (That's weird)
* I have exponentially expanded my library of acronyms, including TLA (Three Letter Acronym)
* I can tell you that Henna smells like spinach
* The people that I spend the entire day with never see my elbows. (I adhere to "culturally sensitive dress".)
* "Culturally sensitive dress" does not include the gold fringed dress that I wore to the laundromat the last time I did laundry on the Lower East Side.
* I made it through two weeks in rural Morocco and used only 1/2 of a roll of toilet paper, and accrued less than 1/2 a bag of inorganic trash.
* The taxi driver who drove us the 60k back from the countryside never had to stop at a traffic signal, in fact, there aren't any traffic signals, and he barely even slowed down to allow the flock of sheep to cross the street.