I just remembered that last year I was convinced that what the student kept asking for was his "homeboy chain," and I totally disregarded it until ten minutes later when I realized that he had given me a pound and I owed him his "one pound change." He should have enunciated better. haha. Since then, my friend Peter called my Homeboy Chain, and I called him Petey West Side.
I cannot explain how much I miss NUA. When people ask about Egypt, I'm just overwhelmed and don't know where to start and feel like there is something in me that I can't articulate, but it just feels so full. I'd do anything to go back. But I wouldn't go back to work long-term unless I was married--it messed with my head a little last year.
