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It was cold, very cold. It had been raining a little bit on the hike. We hiked for hours, eight or nine, including breaks and lunch. We walked through Berber villages, and learned about the geography, and how their education is like. When we got to the house we were supposed to stay at we played cards, and talked to the people in our groups. When it got dark, me and a couple of friends went out on the terrace, it was dark, but we could see the lights of the village covering the mountains, as if they were fireflies. We could see children running into their houses to eat dinner, and farmers leading their mules back to where they spend the night. The sky was perfectly covered with stars, and the moon was great too. Up in the mountains, the moon is closer so you can see more details then usual. When the teachers told us to come and eat dinner, we walked back inside and ate whatever the cooks had made, as usual it tasted great. All of us were so hungry we didn’t even care what it was, we just wanted to eat. The room we were sitting in didn’t have any doors leading out onto the terrace, instead it was open, so you could see the dark shadows from outside. After the teachers had given out plates, and everyone got their food, there was silence, sweet silence, but only for a couple of minutes, not more. Most of my classmates were loud and were laughing the whole time, but the ones who wanted it to be quiet sat on the other end of the room.
When we were done, all of us just sat and listened to the teachers talk about the following day, some people were asleep on the couches not listening, and most people were dragging themselves out of drowning into thought. We were all too tired to even stand up, but we had to, so most of us went to our rooms, and got our sleeping bags ready. Although we had to go to the bathrooms some were already asleep. I and a couple others who hadn’t fallen asleep, went to the bathrooms before we went to bed, the bathrooms were outside, and close to a farmers land. We tried to be quiet not to wake anyone up, and that was easy. After, we went up to our room, and layed in our sleeping bags, staring at the ceiling until we could see only our dreams.
Hey everyone, my name is Mika, I live in Morocco, however, I am from Sweden. My reason for living in different countries is because my dad works with a company which is all around the world. I go to an English speaking school in the capital, and I quite like it here. My hobbies are singing, drawing, writing poetry,reading manga,listening to music, watching anime, and being with the people I adore. This is my fourth year in Morocco, and is my last. Morocco has very beautiful scenery, and that's one of my loved topics. I've been speaking English since I was about four, even though Swedish is my mother tongue. So, for me being in an English speaking school isn't too hard. I live in Rabat, Morocco, but I will soon move back to my home country Sweden, Morocco and Sweden are very different countries. . The school here is different from the school I would go to in Sweden: This is an AmeriSince Im not Moroccan I don’t really know what there is to do sometimes and sometimes I do not get too much respect from the others, also, I look quite different from the others, and some people think I am rich here, just by the way I look. I am not rich, my fathers job is the reason for us living in Morocco. I do love it here, and I have the most amazing friends who I am going to miss once I leave. In Sweden I can go to Stockholm whenever my parents allow me and when I want to, alone, or alone with a friend. Here in Rabat, I don’t have the same oppertunities because I am blonde, I have blue eyes, kind of different from the Moroccans, and I am a girl. My parents are worried something will happen to me if I leave home alone. Morocco’s a really awesome country, I call it home, I’ve lived here for almost four years. I moved from Sweden when I was two, and I moved back when I was seven to six years old.I go to a different school than I would go to in sweden,so we have American policies,In sweden we don’t have the same rules, or the same classes ,In Sweden we hardly have any dress codes and things like that,Grading is different, In sweden I would most likely only go to school with swedes, there wouldn’t be as many international people. In my opinion, Sweden and Morocco are two very different countries to live in. I’m not too sure about the differences of Morocco and Sweden, at least for now, but when I go back to Sweden, I’ll see it more clearly. In my opinion Sweden and Morocco are two very different countries.
A couple of days ago I went to the High Atlas mountains close to Marrakesh and we lived in three different Berber villages for five days, we learned how they lived and how their daily life was different to ours. The Berbers are very sweet people, and how they live is something our teachers think is important for us to know since we live here. Going to the mountains was a really awesome experience, there was a lot of hiking though, but that doesn't matter. If you ever go to Morocco, you should go to the Berber villages in the High Atlas mountains.
The Berbers will be the main topic we will be learning about this year.This school year we will be learning about the dynasties in Morocco, we've been studying these topic for a couple of years now.
