putting on more clothes

Arriving at the lobby to go to dinner with my classmates/friends, my Kazakh classmate looked at me - a bit longer than usual - and said,

"Go back to your room and put on more clothes."

'No, I'm okay with this,' referring to my three layered set of clothes and a sweater.

"No, go back and change. It's cold outside."

I wanted to argue more that I'm okay but coming from someone who has lived his life in Kazakhstan and used to cold weathers, I gingerly went back to my room and put on more clothes -- just like a kid reprimanded by a parent. LOL.

*sigh*

How I sometimes miss my classmates and our happy dinners and conversations.

Cubano, Cubano

During joint session class in Stavanger, my three Cuban classmates, without fail, will sit together three, four rows before the topmost row on the right side. And without fail, anytime during the session, when there's something the lecturer would say that would provoke thoughts from them, you can hear them in their low voices discussing that topic. So their voices, low as they are, will reverberate throughout the auditorium and although one can't hear what exactly they are saying (in Spanish, yes), you will know that it is them.

This was a norm in class that people will point out and 'ssshhh' them about. One of my African classmates will eventually call it "Cubano, Cubano" when your voice is audible during lecture time.

One day, I was seated with my Lebanese friend and since the class was discussing finances, she would actually explain it to me while the teacher is talking. The explanation got to the point when I need to repeat what she said so I can understand it. Suddenly, my African classmate, seated only a few seats away in the row in front of us, looked at me and said, "Are you doing the Cubano-Cubano, too?!"

LOL.

Such funny moments. And missing them now.