It was educational. Really.

This past week on campus has been centered on something called "Intercultural Week." As you might infer from the name, a number of activities centered around tradition, ceremony, and history or various cultural groups represented at the college. My Japanese instructor is one the Intercultural Student Activities board, so she asked my class to attend during our regular class time. Below are my impressions:

History of Catholic German missionaries (yawn)

Traditional Japanese brewing techniques for sake (not bad. unfortunately they were prohibited from serving any sake)

A tai-chi demonstration (interesting)

Original folk music written and performed by a student band (every bit as boring as one might expect.)

Cajun fish fry (OK, now we're getting somewhere)

A preview of some sort of African rhythm performance (intriguing. Unfortunately the drummers were a bunch of middle-aged white guys.)

Now, as part of the rhythm performance, there was a belly dancing demonstration. When told of this, and seeing who was playing the drums, I was worried. To my surprise and relief, out stepped a few wonderfully scantily (I do not like the back-to-back adverbs there, but what the hell) clad19-20 year-old girls wiggling, writhing, and bending in ways that instilled within me the thought: I need a belly dancer of my own. Possibly even a matched set. I could show them off to friends.

I might not be so stressed out if such resources were available to me.