I just got back from this quarter's final Arabic class, which is a stupidly delicious dinner the sweetest professor and his wife make at their home. We eat a shit-ton (in my case, two felafel sandwiches, ample hummous, and two pieces of baklava) and then talk about pop culture, punctuating with poorly-applied Arabic catchphrases. He does this at the end of every quarter!
I am a super fortunate individual, everyone. Alhumdulillah.













