Sinuhe on Fire!

Been an interesting, and rather stressful week.  But first I want to mention a cool dream I had last week.  In the dream, I was sitting at a table in a forest with two other women.  I said to them "The man who is going to kill me is coming, but not to do me harm."  I turned around and saw a teenager coming towards us.  He asked both of the other women what they did, to which they both responded, "Fortune telling, and reading the coconut (whatever that's supposed to mean.)"  He asked me the same, and I said "Seeing the future, and reading dreams."  I then started telling him about his life, and about his mother, and all his sorrows, and he started crying.  Out of nowhere, a solider appeared and attacked the boy, dragging him away from me.  (Later, I walked by the room where the boy was being held and saw the soldier, who I recognized as you, Robert, talking to the boy gently, listening to his sorrows like I had.)  

Ok, so, the week.  Monday was my last Egyptian class.  The prof urged me yet again to contact the department head about my program, so on Wednesday, after my last Egyptian art history class, I did.  We'll be meeting next Thursday to discuss it.  But he said "Let's find a way for you to stay."  So.  There.

Tuesday was dedicated to translating Sinuhe.

Yesterday, I had my CELTA interview-exam in Amsterdam.  Terrifying, in short.  I didn't do as well as I had hoped, but all hope is not lost, I think.  I'll find out tomorrow.

I also had an interesting conversation with Robert yesterday that was painful in someways, but very much needed.  It was like shining a light on a shadowy text I couldn't quite make out in the dark.  Perhaps I'll write more on that if I can untangle these things.

Last night Koos and I went to a party at Susanne's place.  Had a really great time, and thought I'd have to fight all the girls in the room for Koos.  Hahaha.

Today's excitement: I keep a pitcher of water on my desk.  This keeps me from drinking excessive amounts of fruit juice, and keeps me hydrated.  However, today, as I was enjoying the sun pouring into my window, this pitcher became a recipe for some very unexpected disaster.  To make a long story short: the sun shining through my water pitcher caught my Sinuhe translation on fire!!  I managed to stop this from becoming a major problem, but my notes now have a nice black hole through them for quite a few pages.  Haha.  

Glad I was there!  And from now on the pitcher will live in a spot of my desk that gets no sunlight.  Ever.