Excuse my French... but I fell in mouton shit!

So, I went home with Katy to make Attaya with her host brother and I ended up making about 5 friendship bracelets for her little sisters. We ended up eating lunch 15 mins before we had to be in class, so rushed lunch and ran out the door because our prof lowers our grade if we're late. We as we're running, I slipped in mud filled with mouton poop... yes, sheep dunette! I had it all over my hands, which took more than 2 litres of water to clean off, and all over my new skirt. Not to mention, I dropped my water bottle, phone, and keys in the muck as well, so now they have a wonderful mouton stench. I tried to clean off as much as I could, but I couldn't be late for school so I had to run across Dakar with mouton crap all over me. Once I got into the Baobab Center, I tried to take a shower, but someone was in the bathroom with the shower, so I went into the other bathroom and hosed myself down, but it just would not come off. I found a random pagne on the floor so I just decided to wear that and my prof started laughing out loud at my situation. I yelled: "Ce n'est pas drole!!" I came into class smelling like mouton dung and simply prayed for class to be done early. My day was suddenly saved by a package from my mom, with chocolate in it. Although, it was Africanified chocolate... meaning it couldn't help but be a bit melted. Nonetheless, it tasted sooo good. After class, I ran home and took two showers in order to fully eliminate the rancid stench. Then I had dinner and made more Attaya with Erica and the host brothers.

I think this is the first time I found myself saying: "This would never happen on the streets of Grosse Pointe!!" And I've come to the conclusion that I don't love my prof because if he wasn't so strict, then I wouldn't have been running to class!! I don't understand why this man is Senegalais and wants us to be on time? It goes against Senegalese culture!!

Hands down, the most embarrassing moment of my life!