you know you're studying in a 3rd world country when:
 all your textbooks have candlewax drips on them from studying during power
outages;
you expect the bus to be on a random schedule
you walk in 30 min late for class and the prof assumes that the bus was at fault
 your mail gets mis-directed to Spain
the cadavers are local
you wash your fresh veggies in a bleach solution
seeing locals peeing in the drainage ditches isn't a shocking sight anymore
the library brags about how many hundred books it has
you call maintenance and if they get there a month later, that's a *really* fast
response
the only horse the vet school can find to buy is a rundown nag with a broken leg
the bus gets delayed while waiting for the vacuum-packed cow to wander across
the road
you refer to a 300 yard stretch of road as 'the Highway'
you actually understand the horn-honk communication code