
The boy I'm standing next to was a typical college guy, telling me that if I wanted to party I'd have to leave to country and go to Dubai. A nice boy, but a New York Yankee fan for some reason.
I gave a Chamblee yearbook to the girl, an Egpytian named Miriam Al-Sayed. The girls were asking questions about my school, and I just happend to have the book with me. It will hold an honored place in the Al-Yamamah library. She gave an eloquent defense for wearing the abaya and hijab, which included the very important "it doesn't matter if I'm having a bad hair day" rationale.
The women in our group visited the girls in their dorm, and found that they seemed very American behind closed doors- lots of designer jeans, and casual clothing, closets full of shoes and signs reminding the girls that bare midrif tops are not appropriate even in the dorm.