Go check on Chris. Make sure he isn't dead.

     That is how my morning started after the train wreck that was yesterday (which you'll remember was my post from about 8 hours ago).

Dr. Rachdi sent Kyle to knock on my door this morning.  Presumably to make sure I wasn't dead.  I confirmed this with Kyle, who said in fact, that that was almost exactly why he came knocking.  I suspect it was for the selfish reason that he will be sharing my room in Casablanca this week and hoped I was going to have to be shipped off in some manner-- freeing up the room for just him.

Since I was feeling about 1 million times better, we went down for a great breakfast to start a busy day at the Akhawayn University.

We received a tour of the campus to start us off.  At least that was what we were told.  I rather suspect they took us around and showed us off throughout the campus to the faculty and students, in a manner reminiscent of parading us around like some reverse carnival side show.



I think the Moroccan students were taking in the sights.  Namely, our D490 group.

No.  That couldn't have been it, because after the tour, a couple of lectures from the faculty there, and a great lunch--where I was applauded for being back in action, we got to meet our Business School counterparts.  They were all pretty fantastic.

We had some great back and forth about some products they are working on for businesses, as well as our own.  They offered us some great information and were a lot of help, and it was very interesting to hear someone from here talk about the town you are living in.  I felt bad they had to do any research on Fort Wayne.  After they provided us with the number of annual visitors to Fort Wayne, I spent the next few minutes wondering how that number could be reach, and more importantly why it would be reached.  I don't remember how many people visit Fort Wayne, but I personally feel it was way too many for what is there.  They are all probably just coming for the Vera Bradley clearance sale, so the numbers are skewed.

A great dinner followed all of this with all of the students in our group and their class.  They had arranged a bunch of guys singing Berber poems and doing some dancing as we entered the hall; this in turn had a bunch of our group and their group up and dancing with them.  Well, our group was all of the ladies and Stephen.  None of the guys wanted to do it except for Stephen, who was good-natured about it all and had a blast.  Good thing he kept the great relations going with our new friends as the other guys sat back, clapped, and laughed.

And that was the day.  Wait.  Almost forgot.  I locked myself in the room briefly.  Really.
You use a key from the inside to lock your door for the deadbolt (if you wanted it locked while in the room).  Well, turns out, you can rotate the key twice, and it sends the deadbolt in further.  Yeah, I didn't know this and did that by accident.  So when I turned it once to unlock it, it just kept it locked.  I kept going back and forth, but it stayed locked.  Then, panic and embarrassment began to set in.

So, I waited to hear Stephen head to his room (he is next door).  Started to pound on the door and shout his name (too embarrassed to use the phone for the front desk--in fact, I was much closer to climbing out the window.  I'm only on the 2nd floor).  Stephen starts laughing and asking what I'm doing as I explain the situation.  He is clearly a genius and suggested I turn the key to unlock it twice in succession.

This worked, and I suspect he cleared out as soon as I thanked him to run tell everyone of my ordeal.  Like I haven't had enough going on this past 24 hours.

But, at least I won't do that again while I am here.