Midterms. I'll just cover the high points and not document the lows. Political Communications-"Our highest grade in class was achieved by a non native to Spain" says my pirate teacher. I get my test back. I AM that non-native speaker...success, especially in a class ruled by democrats. Another high point- I ate at least two pb and j's every night i studied for midterms. Thank the LORD I am finally out of peanut butter, even though those second and third dinners were thoroughly enjoyed. Studying=eating=great thing I'm a communications major and not studying to be a doctor.
Also in Political Comm the "I'm gay and republican" (i really don't know his name) popped in chew. front row in class. twenty min into lecture. casual. Teacher looked semi-surprised, "Do you always chew? Don't swallow otherwise it's lights out!" Funny scenario. Tobacco is welcome in school and teachers are giving advice to not swallow. lights out. Apparently he's quitting lung cancer and moving onto lip cancer. Buena suerte.
I am in dire need of sleep after those tests. The day after my last midterm I passed out in the student lounge and woke up to spanish students singing a lullaby over me. Groggily was terrified, and then realized my hand and side of face was covered in drool. Really awkward situation as a whole. I then decided it was a good idea to say, "you guys were in and out of my dreams" (aka their conversations kept fading in and out.) but that just made the situation less comfortable. Recieving an A in social skills during midterms week.
I will not be going to Rome with my roomate and her friends. After asking, she said she needed to ask the other girls and even though "they really like me" I am not invited on their "sorry, it's a best friends trip." Roma, Roma-ma-ma can wait. Italy is a place that I think I need to go later in life and spend quite an amount of time there...
Our senora hides cookies in the oven. Sometimes when we go into the kitchen, our normal food of bread, cookies, and jam that she provides for us isn't there. Now we know where it goes. Maybe she thinks we eat too much and is just trying to help us out? Funny.
There is not a word for dating in Spanish, which I just find odd? There are no engagements and no dating. How do people get married?? People have "amijitos" or "little friends" and then I guess they turn into a "novio" a boyfriend (that doesn't take them on "dates." spanish people always say "date" as a connotation towards how Americans are-"date" is said with sarcasm/quotations), and then it just becomes known to the couple that they're going to get married and they just get married? Apparently dating is outlawed in some countries, like Iran I believe was one place said? YIKES.
We are learning the Bachata in latin rythms. Me ENCANTA. Lots of hip movement. Call me crazy or call me Shakira.
I booked a trip to Prague and Amsterdam for the first long weekend in December. Will be staying three nights in Prague and three nights in Amsterdam because we have days from school off. Booked my flights with Stephanie (of course) but there are a lot of wakeforest guys going so it should be super fun. Amsterdam was a must-see on this trip becuase let's be honest, if red light district is my scene in five or ten years I will have serious life issues. If red light district was my scene now I'd have serious life issues...you get the point.
My sorority is going inactive on Baylor's campus. It's a little sad to see it not workout how I had hoped, especially because last semester was SO great, such improvement. Apparently there has been some serious issues this semester, and I'm happy that I don't have to be there to deal with the situation, but sad that I cannot be there for my girlfriends.
Another geographical adventure: I tried to meet friends at Orange Bar on metro line Arguelles and ended up on Gran Via, a few stops in the opposite way. Alessandro, a very nice Italian, saved me and got me on my way, walked me to my right stop and made me his official facebook friend.
I hate facebook. It is a party of everyone's lives, but really is my only connection to America that is free. Nothing is true until facebook says it is. We aren't facebook friends? Who are you? Literally I asked Rudy, the twin of Stephanie's new Spanish boyfriend (not really, but kind of) what he liked to do and facebook was included in that. Rudy and Rory-moved here from Venezuela. Shy, good looking, tall, dark, blue eyed. Stephanie is in love.
It's getting very chilly, sickness season-not fun, and wearing two pairs of socks to bed with a hoodie with sweatpants is to be expected becuase apparently heat doesn't get turned on until November? Why Spainnnn?
I finally bought black boots that go past my knee and have a cute tassle on the back-been on the PROWL for a while. Every other person wears them here. Chic, trend follower? Feelin' Spanish.
Last night at dinner, senora told us about her friend from Africa oh-u-wa-i is how her name was pronounced. But this friend comes and visits her occassionally and is the most amazing woman. Always feeds the homeless children, even though she has no money and is struggling herself as a teacher. Senora and this lady speak french and spanish together and I think they met in France but have been friends for many years. In Africa where the lady lives aids is a huge problem and it is so dangerous. Senora was telling us about all of the problems of daily life there, yet whenever she calls ouwai, she always says she is great and doesn't complain. Her life is in Africa, her family is there (she has 20 brothers and sisters becuase her dad has four or five wives, meanwhile ouwai was divorced becuase her husband wanted more women-so sad!) My roomates and I decided that we want to put together a box of clothes for the children that the lady feeds every day before we leave and give it to senora in december.
I am going to Barcelona this weekend for Halloween. MOM IS COMING NEXT WEEKEND. and tonight i may indulge in either el tigre, kapital, or something fantastic. buena noche.
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