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Sula Powell: Food and more food
December 11, 2015
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It is very nearly time for final exams AGAIN. My first set of year two exams, how overwhelming. I am surprising myself with how I managed to come this far despite the blood, lots of sweat and tears. Not that we have not had constant exams throughout the semester!

The only positives I can depict from the fact that exams are creeping in are all coursework submissions are completed — just — and I get to go home for Christmas. Currently, I am missing the flutter of snow showers everyone else is witnessing, which I may add, I have never yearned for before. I am assuming it’s that old cliché of “you never miss something until it’s gone.” I know after roughly three weeks of being back in a sub zero climate I will be overly eager to be back in the desert.

One of my most significant and cringe-worthy coursework-related meltdowns involved completely losing an essay. Yes, completely losing as in banishing, no trace of work detected throughout the whole computer. I did admittedly curse my Mac Pro several times and I am also pretty sure I sent around 50 WhatsApp messages to my father with the words “PHONE APPLE NOWWW.” I am just glad he was working night shift at the time and was conveniently awake, as the four-hour time difference was most definitely not considered.

After a never-ending crying marathon and frantically searching the Internet for solutions I was instructed to download an app that would show any work ever undertaken on my laptop. At last the document was recovered and my heart rate was restored back to a safer number. To add to my despair the word count exceeded the limit so my fellow group member and I were awake until 4:30am editing this essay to within an inch of its life. We did however score an A so I think those nude, strappy heels I adore from Steve Madden are in order for the harm I was exposed to; if you are reading, mum!

I was also invited for ‘lunch’ or feast, as I would like to rebrand it, at my mum’s friend’s house whose husband is Emirati, I was already in a hummus coma just thinking about it. We had the most beautiful spread of fresh, home grown vegetables and local hamour caught that very morning. I did, quite proudly if I must say, manage to polish one, whole side of hamour and copious amounts of hummus to myself and I am 100% okay with that. After all the food I was rolled to my first ever yoga class at the Sharjah Ladies Club, which I absolutely loved. The child’s pose is without a doubt my favourite, ideal pose where I can lie all sloth-like and still feel/look flexible.

Before my mother left, her friend invited us for another lunch, this time at the Grand Hyatt Revolving Restaurant in Deira. I was completely in awe that the restaurant was actually moving but I was sceptical until I left my bag on the side counter resulting in it being found three tables back! I was never aware that this restaurant existed, possibly because Deira is not the most popular place in Dubai, which is a shame because the views provided were spectacular. The food was equally as lovely, styled like a mini-brunch that easily satisfied my bottomless stomach. My favourite or favourites, because I am far too greedy to have just one, was the blue lobster and gigantic, garlic prawns.

My mother had just one more friend to visit, I do not mind at all tagging along as I know there is always food involved, good company as well of course but my stomach is a big priority. Alongside this, I was bombarded with all the leftovers as everyone was very understanding of my student life and the obvious lack of cooking facilities in the dorms.

It was then time to say goodbye to my mother. I prefer to treat it as a “see you soon” type of conversation rather than being overly formal and gloomy, but my mum still gets emotional all the same. Or was it because she was abandoning the sunshine?
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Sula Powell is a Scottish/Jamaican business student at
Heriot Watt University in Dubai. Sula is a keen horse rider
and a part time model holding a number of prestigious titles
including Europe’s Perfect Junior Teen. For the remainder
of her journey in the UAE, Sula will be sharing her experiences
on the ups and downs of student life.
 

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