Going to Kenya was the most red-tapeful experience of my life. I made so many appeals to get credit for the semester, all ultimately unsuccessful, and it was in fact very depressing. The most ironic part of the experience for me was when my friend Danielle got permission from JHU to go and get credit in Kenya, because she's half-black and therefore would be "safer" than I would... even though she was doing a homestay in Nairobi, while I was on a campus protected by armed guards in rural Kimana. yeah. still haven't figured that one out.