"I'm going to the market to selfish"

I've been working on this blog for a while. It's called... Note to self(ish): 

Don’t do hundreds of push ups and then expect to be able to write on the chalkboard the next day. 

Don’t tell a Rwandan male that your back hurts or they will assume you were making lots of sexual intercourse. 

Don’t leave clothes outside unattended for even a second. 

Your mood swings are giving the neighbor kids whiplash.

Don’t expect there to be class just because it’s a Monday.

Boiling spoiled milk doesn’t fix the problem. 

Don’t assume everyone has parents. 

Rwandans can hike for hours without food or water. Which leads to the next… Don’t travel without snacks. 

Stop bringing up homosexuality in class. They weren’t ready last couple times and they won’t be ready anytime in the near future. 

Don’t touch your eye. Do you know how dirty your hands are? 

Don’t show your knees at school. 

The word amazi (water) should never follow the verb kugira (to have). 

Sometimes the thing that you want to do the least and the thing you must do are the same. Like bathe. Leave your house. 

Don’t wear tennis shoes with business attire. Don’t worry, I didn’t make this mistake. 

Don’t ignore people that try to flag you down on the road. They could be your good friend’s mom, the leader of the Women’s Equality Association, or both. 

Now that you know what goat’s butt looks like, you can avoid eating it next time. 

Carry your cell phone in your right hand so if a man tries to shake your hand directly after urinating, you can offer you wrist. 

Even if it’s posh, Peace Corps is still hard.