Friday, November 28, 2008

A Dakar Thanksgiving!

CONFITURE A ORANGE: 990 CFA

FRUITS ET LEGUMES: 200 CFA

PIGNONS DE PINS 50: 2890 CFA

PATE FEUILLETEE: 1990 CFA

COULOMMIERS 350 gr: 4750 CFA

CREME FRAICHE PAST: 950 CFA

CHOUX DE BRUXELLES: 1890 CFA

BUERRE: 500 CFA

I wanted to make homemade cranberry sauce, but instead I will have to eat canned. I wanted to have a real sweet potato pie, but instead I will have to settle for a pie that uses two white sweet potatoes, not two orange ones. I wanted to make brussel sprouts the same way that I do in the states, with heavy whipping cream, fresh marjoram, and chicken broth, but instead I will have to use crème fraiche, dried thyme, and chicken bouillon cubes.

If Senegal has taught me anything, it has been to be more flexible and understanding. In Senegal, things never go the way that you want them to, and there is always a curve ball thrown your way. I cannot be thankful enough for all the amenities I have in the states.

I emailed my mom requesting three recipes (sweet potato pie, cranberry sauce, and brussel sprouts). It has become a tradition to eat these three things on Thanksgiving Day, of course with mounds of other things. My mom happily sent the recipes my way, reminding me to be flexible and wishing me the best of luck with tweaking the recipes (as she knew that some ingredients would be hard to come by, or non-existent).

Erin, Chelsea, Sarah, and I carrapides-ed it to the Sahm’s Casino in Medina, where we all hoped to find the necessary ingredients to finalize our dishes. Erin needed the ingredients to make a green bean casserole, Chelsea and Sarah were in search of pecans, corn syrup, and cornstarch for their apple, lemon meringue, and pecan pies, and I was in search for all the ingredients I would need to make cranberry sauce and brussel sprouts (Nadia was going to do her own shopping for the ingredients to make the sweet potato pie). No marjoram. No fresh brussel sprouts. No cornstarch. No corn syrup. No chicken broth. No cranberries. No whipping cream. No fresh green beans. No chicken broth. Luckily, however, we did find $5 bags of pecans and pine nuts and lots of other expensive things that no Senegalese person would ever think about using in their cooking. I ended up spending 14,160 CFA on ingredients at Casino…it is actually kind of cool that I can say that I spent fourteen-some-thousand on ingredients for two dishes. I bought the “ingredients” to make brussel sprouts and stuffed brie with orange marmalade.

I woke up at 7AM to head to the local patisserie, so I could pick up some fresh pain aux raisins and pain au chocolat for Tricia, Joan (Tricia’s mom), and the rest of her family; I was going over to her house to help cook Thanksgiving dinner! Tricia and her mom were responsible for the turkeys, stuffing, vegetables, salad, cornbread, pies, and so much more, so I jumped on the opportunity to get my Thanksgiving Day cooking fix. I was picked up by Tricia’s kids nanny and arrived chez Tricia at about 8:30AM to start cooking.

I was greeted by four wild turkeys that had been soaking in brine over night, and was told that I was going to be buttering and seasoning them, then chopping up some vegetables for them to cook in. After we had finished the turkey prep, Trisha and I went and ran errands to a restaurant called L’Endroit to drop off the turkeys because nobody in Senegal has the oven space to cook four 15lb turkeys, Club Atlantique (there is a duty free shop—we bought a lot of nice bottles of wine), Mermoz Boisson to buy ice, one of the fifty-billion fruit stands to buy fruit for our fruit basket centerpieces, and many trips to and from the Baobab Centers (where Thanksgiving dinner would be held at 5PM). When we returned to Tricia’s house, I finalized my prep for my baked brie and cooked the brussel sprout dish; we left her house to head to Baobab III to prepare for dinner around 4PM.

There were five tables covered in white tablecloths and on each a fruit basket centerpiece. The room was set for as many as 50-60 people and we were all hoping that our potluck style Thanksgiving would provide us with enough food. We had plenty! 4 turkeys. 25lbs of mashed potatoes. whipped sweet potatoes. green bean casserole. brussel sprouts. mixed vegetables in garlic sauce. baked brie. fresh bread. stuffing. salad. macaroni and cheese. lots of wine. Senegalese fruit juices. potatoes au gratin. lemon meringue pie. pecan pie. sweet potato pie. pumpkin pie. apple pie. IT WAS SUCH A GOOD THANKSGIVING!!!

We all ate until we were about to explode. I had three plates of food and then five “slivers” of pie...I felt like I was going to die! We all doubted our abilities and thought that the event was just going to be okay…we were all complete wrong! It was such a wonderful evening to spend with my friends, teachers, and other Senegalese students, and though it was not the same as making Thanksgiving dinner with my mom or heading to Michele’s house, it was an unforgettable evening. After dinner, we watched Love Actually and finished off all the wine and beer. We all were so tired and full that we just sat in the Baobab Center till almost midnight (before many of us realized that we should head back to our respective homes or at least not spend the rest of our night in the building that houses our classrooms)!

I ended my night with a call home…I was able to talk for 26 minutes and 56 seconds before my 3,961 CFA worth of credit cut me off mid-conversation with my sister. All in all, it was the perfect way to end another amazing Thanksgiving Day!

Questioning whether I want two feet of snow in my backyard or the beach and 80 degree weather. ALEX

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Such a good day… I don’t want to leave in 37 days! (11/12/2008)

Was it because we spent our Wolof class at Marche HLM looking for fabric for our Tabaski outfits or because we ate “The Best Pizza in Dakar (according to Zator)” at La Galette or because we went to L’Insititue Français and had drinks or because we skipped our Dakar en Transition class to take our work “into the field” by exploring downtown Dakar for the entire day or because we saw “Entre les murs” in La Place de l’independence or because some of us are now elves in a Christmas play for American children in the Dakar-area that our day was amazing?

So, today Sarah, Chelsea, Daniel, Thomas, Stephen, and I…along with some others who didn’t quite make through the entire day with us…did all of the above from 9AM to 7PM. We started our days by heading to Marche HLM for a special four hour Wolof class; everyone on the Kalamazoo-Beloit Program went to the market to learn more about “waxalee-ing” (bargaining in Wolof). We took four cabs to the market, which is about a 5-7 minute drive from the Baobab Centers, and when we arrived divided into our respective Wolof classes (Kalamazoo 1: Chelsea, Daniel, Thomas, Stephen, and I…Kalen was “absent”; Kalamazoo 2: Sarah, Anna, Nadia, and Alejandra…Amelia was also “absent”; Beloit: Erin, Anne-Marie, Myra, and Val) to discover the market…many of discovering the market for the third or fourth time. I did not purchase anything because the Friday before I purchased 3 meters of white (2000 CFA) and 5 meters of burnt orange (7000 CFA); the white is going to be turned into a top for everyday wear and the burnt orange is for my Tabaski outfit (tentatively December 8).

After our Marche HLM excursion we (Sarah, Chelsea, Erin, Daniel, Thomas, Stephen, and I…Kalen was going to meet us there) headed to get pizza at La Galette. Zator waxalee-ed for our cabs (in his Ray Ban sunglasses and fisherman’s hat, while holding a plaid umbrella to shield himself from the sun). It was quite a sight watching him go through about 10 cabs…just so we could get a price of 1000 CFA…instead of 1500 CFA (approximately a 1 USD difference split between four people…) OH ZATOR!!!!

We got to La Galette, some of us more quickly…my cab was driven to La Gazelle, which fortunately is just a couple of blocks from La Galette, at around 2:30PM. When we walked into La Galette it seemed like we had been picked up from Dakar, Senegal and put back down in New York City. The shiny granite countertops, fresh salads in plastic containers, the businessmen and businesswomen dressed in Western business attire, and the hand dryers in the restrooms were not expected. I got a three-cheese pizza (goat, Roquefort, and gruyere), which was incredible. I also had a bissap juice (juice made from hibiscus flowers…which are in season now, or the middle of November). Other people got vermicelli salads, reine pizzas, and vegetarian pizzas…all of it was delicious, and also not too expensive! After lunch, we went next door to the patisserie portion of La Galette…there I got a chocolate brownie with ganache in a dark chocolate shell (1100 CFA); it was to die for! I am so happy that Zator told us about this place…it’s too bad that he couldn’t have joined us.

We left La Galette with the intention of walking around downtown Dakar for a bit before our Dakar en Transition class at 5PM at CESTI (UCAD’s journalism school), but instead got slightly sidetracked and went to L’Institute Français and had a drink. We went to L’Institute to get ride of a vendor that had befriended me; he was attempting to take me to his shop where there was no tax and all the prices were better. We ended up staying at L’Institute longer than anticipated and after a while we discovered the “Festival du cinema europeen: 11 au 22 novembre 2008- Dakar” that was going on. We looked at the program and decided that Dakar en Transition was not happening and that we were going to go see Entre les murs instead, which just so happened to start at 4:30PM. We were talking our class into the field…all six of us! The film festival is run by the European Union; there are movies from all over Europe that are being shown. The event is complete French…and there was no sign of anything Senegal-like as we entered an inflatable dome with at least ten air-conditioning units, where we would be watching the movie.

“Entre les murs” Laurent Cantet (2008) was the winner of the Cannes 2008 Film Festival’s Plame d’or (the highest honor at the festival in Southern France). The film is about a teacher, Francois, who teaches in the 20th arrondissement at high school for difficult students. He is a French teacher that does not hesitate to push the students to their limits, often times putting his job in jeopardy. If you haven’t seen it…go and rent it!

So, the entire time during the movie we had to come up with a story as to why six people just so happened to not be in class. We got our professor’s cell phone number and texted him. Our text messages were mostly of this sort: “Prof. C’est _____. Je suis desole que je ne suis pas en classe…j’ai mange qqch mal pour le dejeuner et les autres aussi. Je vais parler aux autres pour les notes.” We all received text message back… Prof. Diallo simply said, “OK”. According to the 7 American students that were in class (there are 15 of us) and the 11 West African students (there are 15 of them) the class was not the best it could have been. Our professor wanted us to pick our groups and topics for our final projects, but since half the class was missing that was not possible to do. I guess we will have to “faire le brainstorm” at our next class on Monday (11/17/2008). Sorry Prof. Diallo!

So, Chelsea, Daniel, and I ended our day by heading to Club Atlantique in Mermoz (the same place that the election party was held) and began our first day of elf practice. We are in a play called “A Little Elfin Magic” that will be performed for the children of Americans in Senegal. It should be a lot of fun; it is a 30-35 minute play about these elves that sleep in until September and do not have enough time to make all the toys they need for Christmas. There is an evil aunt elf, a spy elf, and six other elves that try to save Christmas. It comes down to them using elf magic to make all the presents that are needed. Trisha is our director and there are other Americans playing the other roles. We are supposed to have shows on the 13th and 14th of December…we have about three and a half weeks to memorize lines, build a set, etc. This is going to keep me quite occupied until I leave.

Well, today was an amazing day! I can’t wait till my next excursion downtown! Love and peace from Senegal!

ALEX

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

My first ORAL EXAM in Senegal…

So, that entry that I wrote a few weeks ago, the one complaining about the Senegalese education system and how there was no structure, how the professors seemed to not care, that one…well, I am going to take some of it back, or at least in regards to my History of Islam class! Dr. Ba does care and he has a very clear syllabus with 9 readings and lots of work! The entertaining thing is that we received the texts/readings and an overall summary/syllabus of the course four days ago…I mean what type of professors give out syllabi on the first day of classes!?

I had my first oral exam today (11/10/08), and all I can say is that it did not go exactly how I wanted it to go. But, how often do exams go the way you expect?! It was my first oral exam in a non-language class (though the exam was in French) and it consisted of my professor giving me a general subject; then giving me 10 minutes to prepare an oral response, which I would present to him; and finally ending with me answering a series of short answer questions on the same topic. My topic was “La conjoncture Islamique: 9e-12e siècles”…I was not happy when I heard this, nor were Anna or Amelia, who both had the same topic. The problem with our topic, not to complain…but I am going to, was that the class technically starts with the 10th century and the amount of time that we have actually spent on this period of time (9th-12th centuries) is contained on approximately a page of notes, if that, compared with pages and hours of discussion on topics that I will mention below. I didn’t have much to work with!

I had studied for hours: FRIDAY NIGHT, ALL DAY SATURDAY, and ALL DAY SUNDAY. I gave up a night out to Baobab IV (our Toubab bar), a trip to L’Ile de Madeleine (National Park in Dakar area), and who knows what else by studying things like: the three sects of Islam, the Islamic schools of thought, the differences between foreign and local marabous, the divisions that were created between politically engaged Islamic leaders and those that married into royal families to spread Islam, the Atlantic slave trade and its effects on the Islamic movement, Jihads, Nasr ed Din, etc… However, among all this complaining, I can say that I have a better understanding of Islam from the 10th-19th century, I just wish that my topic would have had more information that I could have talked about!

So, after I presented on “La conjoncture Islamique”, I was asked questions about Bilad es Sudan and the Berbers, Arabs, and Mauritanians…I answered as well as I could and noticed that I received a plus sign…the people before me (topic: prosélytisme et commerce) received stars and scores like 15 out of 20 (French grading system). I am hoping that my plus sign turns into a score of 9 or 10 out of 20… I can only hope! Anyways, it was an experience with Dr. Ba interrogating me on a subject that I really didn’t know too well or have much information on. The overall consensus was that our “group” (Anna, Amelia, and I) had the hardest topic and people genuinely felt bad for us. I will hopefully be a little luckier with our second oral exam and I will for sure work my butt off on our final paper (which I have decided to write on the differences between the French and Koranic school systems and their effects on Senegalese society). 

On a final and other note, today we started classes at UCAD (University of Dakar)! It was a good way to end the day. In our “Dakar en Transition” class there are 15 African students from all over western African, most of whom are journalism majors, and all of the Kalamazoo/Beloit students. The class is at the journalism school at the university and meets MWF 5-7pm…not excited about the evening class time, but the class is going to be really good! It is a continuation of a class that we were taking prior to leaving for St. Louis, except now we are at UCAD and there are African students in our class. I think that after having a class with Senegalese students in St. Louis we all have a better understanding and sense of how to go about interacting in this class at UCAD.

All in all today was definitely a roller coaster of emotions and events! All I can think about now is that all I need to do is pass…grades do not transfer…everything is pass-fail…

ALEX

Side notes: before class we ate chocolate cake at Anne-Marie’s house for her birthday, on our way to class we took a car rapides, on our way home we got ice cream!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

This is MY election story!

NOVEMBER 3, 2008
8:15 AM: wake-up...I am going to get my absentee ballot at the "Service des colis postaux" in downtown dakar...a package has been waiting for me since OCTOBER 6, 2008!!!! too bad I was four hours away in St. Louis and could not get it until today! I feel like absolute crap...I ache and I have a pounding headache..but I am determined to vote!!! MY VOTE MATTERS!!
8:35 AM: leave for Baobab I to tell Zator that I will be missing class to go to the post office and then the US Embassy to drop off my absentee ballot
9:00 AM: Erin and I take a taxi (1,500CFA) into downtown Dakar...I need to pick up my ballot and drop it off and Erin just needs to drop hers off
9:18 AM: arrive at the service des colis postaux...and what an experience it is
9:20-10:00 AM: I am shuffled from window to window, office to office, door to door, I have to talk to the Head Director who thinks I am a Chinese national and questions why I would have an absentee for a US Election, I then have to go through customs to have my package opened to see if it safe....they even open my absentee!!! I finally get sent back to the post office portion and have to pay 2,800CFA to have my package...then wait 15 minutes just to get change and my package that has been re-packaged with tape...WHAT!?! WTF!!! To put the icing on the cake the entire building is under construction and Erin is almost hit with a piece of falling cement!
10:05-10:37 AM: Erin and I begin walking towards the US Embassy...it is a 3km walk from the post office; we decide that it is not worth taking a cab.
10:40 AM: we are on US SOIL!!! we show them our passports, we enter (after walking through metal detectors, having them ask me to smell my hand sanitizer, and having them take away our phones and cameras, etc...)
10:45-11:50 AM: waiting...waiting...waiting... though we are US citizens and sent into a special room so that we can be assisted faster, there are still about 6 people ahead of Erin and I...all we want to do is have our ballots postmarked and sent to the states!!!! I am feeling more and more sick...my fever is sky-rocketing and my stomach is uneasy...I am have hot spells and cold spells....
11:55 AM: Erin helps fill-out a write-in ballot for a Senegalese born American citizen...a vote for OBAMA in Kentucky!
12:00 PM: we get a cab back to Baobab III just in time for the second half of the History of Islam
12:05 PM: I leave class too sick to see, listen, or comprehend anything the professor is saying...all my friends say I NEED to go to the doctor ASAP...I am WAY TOO HOT!!!
12:25 PM: I make it home...I pass out in my jeans and t-shirt...under a fleece blanket in 90 degree heat!
12:30-6:00 PM: sleep....sleep...sweating to death...shivering to death....dying....also at some point I decide to call my mother and scare her half to death...
6:00-8:45 PM: Val and Myra take me to BIO 24 to get a malaria test, I buy bananas (first thing I have eaten since breakfast), BIO 24 tells me I do not have malaria (Amelia is already sick, Chelsea and Erin are becoming sick), I take lots of medicine, I go to sleep...I THINK I HAVE THE FLU...YUCK!!! this is the most pain I have every been in! please let me wake up better tomorrow to watch the returns...though I have determined that if I am still sick I will still go and die, while watching...
NOVEMBER 4, 2008
8:02 AM: my host mother peers through my window and asks how I am feeling, she says that I should shower, eat breakfast, then take my medicine…oh suma yaay!
8:15 AM: wake-up (meaning actually get out of bed) for Wolof class..today is ELECTION DAY and I am in Dakar, Senegal
8:30 AM: ate breakfast (bread, café Toubab)
8:45 AM: get ready to head to the Baobab Center for Wolof Class with Zator
9:00 AM: Wolof class is supposed to begin…it does not exactly begin on time
9:07 AM: Wolof class begins (during class we learn how to describe people with adjectives like: tall/short, fat/skinny, pretty/ugly, black/white; and write a dialog that uses these phrases…Stephen and I write a dialogue between a “Stephanie” and Alex who are taking about a married man that only has one wife that “Stephanie” should marry)
11:00 AM: Wolof class ends and Thomas and I decide to buy Senegalese newspapers for posterity…we find headlines like “Presidentielle Americaine: Jour de Verite por Obama et McCain” (le Soleil), “Obama, le jour le plus long” (le Quotidien), and “Coup dur pour le favori a la presidentielle a la veille de l’election: Barack Obama perd sa grand-mere” (L’AS).
11:30 AM: we have a heck-in session with Trisha to discuss the election party at Club Atlantique and our plans for the evening after classes, to hand out the schedule for the remaining time I am in Senegal, to pass out our 40,000CFA stipends, and to as we all like to call it have our “Talking with Trish” session
12:25 PM: session ends, we are all magically 40,000CFA richer and I hurry home, so I can head to Quatre Vents (bookstore) to buy more headlines/newspapers
12:50 PM: I arrive at Quatre Vents Mermoz and buy the “Liberation” a French based newspaper with the headline/cover story being “Peut-il encore perdre? A 24 heures du scrutiny, Barack Obama conserve une nette avance dans les sondages. MAis le dernier jour de campagnie comme le vote peuvent reserver des suprises.” I wanted to find “Le Monde”….unfortunately it was not available because all the European papers were for 11/3/2008.
1:15 PM: arrive back home and start reading the papers I have just purchased, le Quotidien is the best Senegalese paper as far as content goes, but le Soleil has the best picture on the front of its paper (an artists portrayal of both Obama and McCain)
1:40 PM: eat lunch with the family (fish meatballs in a dark red sauce, white rice)…it is interesting now because my host siblings are at school from 8AM-1PM and 3PM-5PM, so I wake up and they are gone and we both come home around the same time to eat and then leave again for afternoon classes
2:05 AM: leave for the Baobab Center, I need to get water
2:20 PM: arrive at Baobab I, fill-up my water bottle then slowly proceed to head over to Baobab II for our Kalamazoo seminar course
3:09 PM: our seminar course starts late…our professor was at the wrong building and we were locked out of the correct building…typical Senegal and its communication! Class consists of a discussion comparing St. Louis and Dakar and a recap on the various assignments that are quickly piling up.
5:03 PM: seminar class is over, we all head to Casino Supermarche to buy ingredients for are “All-American” potluck/meal!
5:20-5:45 PM: shopping for ingredients, Alejandra and I leave the Casino Supermarche in SICAP Baobab for a large Casino called Sahm’s Casino in Medina…we need fresh basil and avocados for our dishes. When we walked in, it was like we were in a French grocery store…it reminded me exactly of the Casinos in France this summer (though the lower end ones).
5:50 PM: cooking is already underway at Baobab III, we are going to be eating macaroni and cheese, nachos, cookies, piccalilli, and bruschetta! Anna is grating cheese, Sarah is cooking pasta, Kalen is preparing the cheese sauce for the macaroni, Erin is chopping tomatoes for the nachos!
5:55 PM: I head home before making the bruschetta to inform my family of my whereabouts and that I will not be home until early morning and I will be eating with my friends at school…my host mom says I should sleep at the club because I should not walk home at dark in Dakar!
6:05-8:45 PM: preparing and eating food…and getting ready for what we all hope will be a historic night
8:45 PM: we all leave Baobab III for Club Atlantique, we attempt to woo our cab with Wolof and tell him that it is Anne-Marie’s birthday at midnight (it really is!), so that he will lower the cab fare from 1,500CFA to 1,000CFA…all cabs are negotiated and bargained in Dakar before you enter
8:55 PM: our cab driver has no idea where the heck Club Atlantique is located…he takes us to Club Olympique and we attempt to explain to him where we need to go. We finally call Trisha and she is able to better explain to him the location.
8:59 PM: Daniel calls me, their cab driver has no idea where Club Atlantique is located
9:10 PM: we arrive at Club Atlantique…somehow…someway. We have our bags checked and a few of us have to get checked by metal detectors…Club Atlantique is owned by the US Embassy
9:45 PM: we are all told we have a free drink (500CFA towards a non-alcoholic one) and we discover that they are serving “red state” and “blue state” drinks…”red states” are gin, vermouth. campari, and soda water… “blue states” are vodka, orange and pineapple juice, and blue curacao…they both are 1,500CFA a piece
10:02 PM: about one hour until the first polls close in parts of Indiana and Kentucky…
10:25 PM: CNN releases footage of Senator Hillary Clinton and former President Bill Clinton voting, exit polls also say that 63% of voters who said iraq was top issue voted for Obama
10:27 PM: CNN releases exit poll that says 62% of voters say the economy is the number one issue in this election
11:04 PM: CNN makes first predictions…Kentucky (8) goes to McCain, Vermont (3) goes to Obama
11:45 PM: I get my first and only drink of the night…a blue state that is…as I anticipate what I want to be a quick call in Ohio as the polls close in about 15 minutes… I should keep on dreaming that Ohio would be called so early!
NOVEMBER 5, 2008
12:04 PM: Obama 77, McCain 34
1:00 AM: first signs of fatigue in our group as six people (Erin, Anne-Marie, Alejandra, Anna, Daniel, and Nadia) take a nap!
1:03 AM: Obama 174, McCain 49…we are all so excited at this point…we feel it happening!
1:35 AM: Virginia… state that hasn’t voted democratic since the sixties is still unpredictable! McCain 50% (1,109,309), Obama 49% (1,093,473)…North Carolina Obama is ahead be 85,069 votes…still no call! OHIO OBAMA 56% AND MCCAIN 43% (WITH ONLY 15% OF THE VOTES COUNTED)
2:34 AM: call home, OHIO HAS JUST GONE TO OBAMA!!! I feel like this is the earliest Ohio has been called in a long time! NO REPUBLICAN PRESIDENT HAS EVER WON THE WHITE HOUSE WITHOUT WINNING
OHIO!
2:36 AM: Trisha Lawrence calls me, missed call because I am on the phone with my mom
2:45 AM: Anderson Cooper attempts to do the math to see if it feasible possible for McCain to get 270 electoral votes…he cannot figure out a way…unless he gives him California, Washington state, or Oregon!!!
2:55 AM: CNN cuts in Dakar, Senegal…WHAT!!! this can’t be happening…wait it can we are in Senegal! it is restored and we resume watching…THANK GOD!!!
3:24 AM: Kalen finds an article in People Magazine “The Veep Next Door”…
3:25 AM: CNN: “TWO SENIOR MCCAIN AIDES SEE ‘NO PATH TO VICTORY’ GIVEN RESULTS SO FAR”, Obama 207, McCain 129
3:59 AM: we begin counting down like it is NEW YEAR’S EVE because we know that California, Washington state, and Oregon will put Obama over the magic 270 in less than a minute!!!
4:01 AM: CNN “officially” declares BARACK OBAMA THE PRESIDENT-ELECT!
4:02 AM: call Jackie
4:08 AM: Trisha Lawrence calls, she sounds as if she is practically in tears
4:21 AM: McCain gives his concession and congratulatory speech to Barack Obama and all his supports…I felt like it was from the heart…he had an extremely tough campaign to run..it was not the year for the GOP after George W. Bush, but also his V.P. pick didn’t help him.
4:43 AM: we are all waiting for Barack to speak to his supports..the popular vote shows that he has the largest margin since Johnson! Obama 51% (45,696,497), McCain 48% (42,596,936)
5:02 AM: he speaks!!! he walks out with his family…all in matching outfits (red…why!?) His speech is moving and brings at least 60% of the people at Club Atlantique to tears…yes, me included
5:20 AM: Biden joins him on stage!
5:21 AM: Obama and Biden families join on stage!
5:25 AM: the Club Atlantique people are looking at us like why aren’t you all leaving, this is over, it is almost 6AM! GO TO BED!!!
5:45-6:06 AM: Anna, Amelia, Alejandra, Daniel, and I (the Mermoz gangstas) walk to our respective homes from Club Atlanique, Amelia insists on going to the Elton gas station to buy a drink, then tries to mooch 1,000CFA off me for cigarettes…I say no
6:07 AM: arrive at my house, notice that the lights are on in my host mothers room, proceed to look in the window and see that she is in the middle of praying…I decide to wait until she is done to knock on the door
6:10 AM: bread man drops of bread at the corner boutique, I am standing outside my house like a lost puppy with a book bag and sweatshirt on
6:11 AM: I call my mom to ask her to please save the newspapers from today, so I can read them when I return to the states (I have already collected numerous newspapers covering the election from the Senegalese perspective)
6:18 AM: my host mother lets me in to the house and I let her know that Obama is the President-elect of the United States of America, she explains that she has listened to a little bit of it on the radio
10:04 AM: I wake up…four hours of sleep what!? I run downstairs and out the door to purchase newspapers…today’s headlines read “Obama President Historique!” (le Soleil), “Obama President?” (le Matin), “Presidentielle Americane: Ras-de maree en faveur d’Obama” (Walfadjri), “174 grands electeurs contre 64 pour son rival a 3h GMT: Obama provoque la Revolution americaine” (L’AS), “In Pocket!” (le Pop)!

AMERICA...HELP IS ON THE WAY!!! 1-20-2009!!! ALEX