Last Day of Class, Already?!?

It seems like just yesterday I was unpacking my suitcases into my new room. I was so nervous about going to huge lectures and excited about meeting new people. Now, I can't believe the semester has just flown by. This week was my last week of classes, and the next two weeks I have to take 4 final exams. I made a lot of great friends from all over the States, who are already talking about eventually getting together for a reunion. There are a lot of people and experiences I've had here that I will miss! But one thing for sure is that I will not miss the flies! It has gotten very humid here for the past two weeks, and the flies have gotten very pesky. I have been reading this book called "In a Sunburned Country" by Bill Byrson, that is about the authors travels in Australia. Well, he pinpoints our exact experience of walking around outside swatting at the flies -while wondering if everyone else is aggravated and doing the same, or just watching and laughing at you.

(He is going on a walk through a park...)

I had gone no more than a dozen feet when I was joined by a fly - smaller and blacker than a housefly. It buzzed around in front of my face and tried to settle on my upper lip. I swatted it away, but it returned at once, always to the same spot. A moment later it was joined by another that wished to go up my nose. It also would not go away. Within a minute or so I had perhaps twenty of these active spots all around my head and I was swiftly sinking into the stat of abject wretchedness that comes with a prolonged encounter with the Australian fly.

Flies are of course always irksome, but the Australian variety distinguishes itself with its very particular persistence. If an Australian fly wants to be up your nose or in your ear, there is no discouraging him. Flick at him as you will and each time he will jump out of range and come straight back. It is simply not possible to deter him. Somewhere on an exposed portion of your body is a spot, about the size of a shirt button, that the fly wants to lick and tickle and turn delirious circles upon. It isn't simply their persistence, but the things they go for. An Australian fly will try to suck the moisture off your eyeball. He will, if not constantly turned back, go into parts of your ears that a Q-tip can only dream about. He will happily die for the glory of taking a tiny dump on your tongue. Get thirty or forty of them dancing around you in the same way and madness will shortly follow.

And so I proceeded into the park, lost in my own little buzzing cloud of woe, waving at my head in an increasingly hopeless and desultory manner - it is called the bush salute - blowing constantly out of my mouth and nose, shaking my head in a kind of furious dementia, occasionally slapping myself with startling violence on the cheek or forehead. Eventually as the flies knew all along, I gave up and they fell upon me....

That's all I have to say for now :)