It's funny how every entry I've made so far relates to the Horse, but she seems to be the only thing that really grinds my gears nowadays. Anyway, seeing as how that's only three posts excluding this one, that's not saying very much.
Anyway, what did the Horse do this time?
Well, last night, she was on her rounds at about 10 p.m., and I happened to have been listening to my iPod. She walked into the room.
"Well, well, what is this? Don't you know it's study time from 8 till 10:30? You disobey all the rules of the hostel. Come and see me in my room once I'm done with my rounds."
So apparently I am being made to study, wether I would like to or not, and to top it off, I have to go visit the Holiest of Holies. Fabulous.
Now while I would prefer not to go into the details of her highly infuriating tirade(mainly because it involved quite a few hostelites and related incidents which would require me to do a lot of explaining) the gist of it all saw her tell me that as the youngest girl here, I am also The Most Troublesome and that if I didn't improve within the week, I would be made to leave.
Trust me, I would like nothing more than for me to leave, but it would be too much of a burden to bear, especially for my parents, who, being in a completely different country and having enough on their minds, I do not want to annoy.
What irritates me the most though, is the way she says my name.
Naomi. How hard is it to say that???
You wont even BELIEVE what she calls me, you have to be innately Indian to pronounce it the way she does - Naah-voh-me.
Naah (like the exclaimation "Ahhhh"), Voh (like Van Gogh or mow or low) and Me.
What the fuck people? What the fuck???
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