a "cultural" experience

So it's finally friday and I'm all done with classes for the week.  My kapa haka class yesterday seems like it's going to be amazing.  We'll be learning the dance, a lot about maori culture, and the women get to learn how to make poi (I believe this is the correct spelling) and use the single short.  Look it up if you're curious about what these are.  

Now for my story.  I was sitting in my engineering class yesterday just before it was about to begin.  There weren't that many people there yet because there is a prescribed course load for freshman engineering students so they were all trekking over from some maths class in the Physics building.  So I asked this guy a question about why there is no changing times between classes at Uni.  He was sort of the jockish type, and looked (can't judge cause I don't know him) but looked a bit like one of those boys...when his friends arrived this was further confirmed.  Anyways, he asked where I lived (not in a creepy way.)  I told him Unilodge, because that's where I live, and he asked if I liked living in a dorm.  Now let me just say that this is nothing like a dorm, it's like an apartment building but evidently they don't really have the dorming situation we have to deal with.  I told him that it was a bit different than dorms in the US where for the most part there were a bunch of rooms and people just share a large bathroom. ...and that at my school, where the liberals roam free (I didn't use these words because I'm trying to keep the weird factor under wraps for now), that nearly all the bathrooms are co-ed (once again gender neutral wasn't going to fly).  He got this really excited look in his eyes and asked if it was then true that girls walked around in their towels down the hallways.  I confirmed his dream.  Then he said, so then girls and a guys shower together.  I said, no usually there are stalls (I immediately thought of Harkness) and so a guy may merely be in the stall next to a girl.  This seemed to excite him still a great deal and he said, so if it's a liberal school why don't they just get in the shower together to save water.  A nice idea, but clearly wrong if you think about how that experience would really go.  So anyways, to avoid anything more explicit I'll go on with the story.  Class started and we were learning about coupling or something like that, and he leaned over (we were a seat apart) and he said, "hey do you have a rubber, (and the confused look on my face prompted)  .....ummmmm an eraser?"  I was a little taken aback I might say but once I processed the eraser comment I handed mine over.  My friend (sitting on the other side of me) laughed when I told her, and said that she had consciously thought about that a bit earlier.  I told him at the end of class and he was like, "yeah I suppose we call condoms that here as well but if anyone asks you for a rubber they want an eraser, not to have sex with you..."  This was said in the large crowd of people herding out of the room.  Yes thanks, I wasn't thinking that you did, I just thought it was funny.  So that was a bit awkward there at the end for obvious reasons.  So that is my cultural story of the week.  Here in the land of Kiwis they call an eraser a rubber and a condom just gets stuck somewhere in all the terminology.