"This wasn't a strange place; it was a new one" -Paulo Coehlo

Thanks again to everyone who submitted questions. A couple notes about this video:

1) my voice is a bit scratchy and crackly because there was burning happening when I recorded and the smoke messes with my voice

2) In some of the slides, it sounds like a teapot is whistling--my apologies that was the fan getting picked up by my headphones (its not too loud, I promise)

3) In the slide following my intro, I state that the "ministry of health" was involved when I meant to say "ministry of education" (the error is actually quite obvious, lol)

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