The start of a long semester...
To catch ya'll up on what's been going on in my life:
I started classes this week and let me tell you- it's mighty difficult to learn about Freud in Spanish. In addition to barely understanding my professors, I don't know where the hell anything is. Picture your first day of high school (cause it's scarier than college) and then think if it were in a country you barely knew in a language you hardly know. A good example of the many things that can go wrong is my bus trip to my first class ever. I left at 6:45 in the AM and it was raining. I told the bus driver that I wanted to go to la UCA (Universidad Catolica) and could he please let me know when to get off. Bueno, no problem. So we're driving along for a while and I ask again:
"Are we going to la UCA?"
Driver: "La UCA? I thought you said la BOCA (a part of town farther south than UCA) ."
This is the moment where I wanted to cry and strangle the guy in the same moment. I eventually found my way to class and was on time, but that is only one example of the stresses I had earlier this week. In addition to all my classes I have a TON o' reading to do... in Spanish. But I knew this was coming right?
Moving along to happier subjects, I celebrated St. Patty's day Argentina style this Friday. It's actually fairly popular here although it's only been celebrated for the past 5 years. Me and the girls went to drink liter bottles of beer and bar-hop. It was fun and some of the girls decided to end the night by going to an apartment with some guys we met. I decided to go home. I've been to strange boys' house in a foreign country and survived it. I'm not trying to press my luck. See everyone- I'm Miss. Safety over here.
So plans for this week: lots and lots of reading, Salsa lessons, Club 69 to see the drag queens, and whatever else I come up with.
That's all for now folks. Besos!
I started classes this week and let me tell you- it's mighty difficult to learn about Freud in Spanish. In addition to barely understanding my professors, I don't know where the hell anything is. Picture your first day of high school (cause it's scarier than college) and then think if it were in a country you barely knew in a language you hardly know. A good example of the many things that can go wrong is my bus trip to my first class ever. I left at 6:45 in the AM and it was raining. I told the bus driver that I wanted to go to la UCA (Universidad Catolica) and could he please let me know when to get off. Bueno, no problem. So we're driving along for a while and I ask again:
"Are we going to la UCA?"
Driver: "La UCA? I thought you said la BOCA (a part of town farther south than UCA) ."
This is the moment where I wanted to cry and strangle the guy in the same moment. I eventually found my way to class and was on time, but that is only one example of the stresses I had earlier this week. In addition to all my classes I have a TON o' reading to do... in Spanish. But I knew this was coming right?
Moving along to happier subjects, I celebrated St. Patty's day Argentina style this Friday. It's actually fairly popular here although it's only been celebrated for the past 5 years. Me and the girls went to drink liter bottles of beer and bar-hop. It was fun and some of the girls decided to end the night by going to an apartment with some guys we met. I decided to go home. I've been to strange boys' house in a foreign country and survived it. I'm not trying to press my luck. See everyone- I'm Miss. Safety over here.
So plans for this week: lots and lots of reading, Salsa lessons, Club 69 to see the drag queens, and whatever else I come up with.
That's all for now folks. Besos!
posted by Jessica | 4:19 PM
1 Comments:
I KNOW WHICH APARTMENT YOU WENT BACK TO! mwahahah... but thats such a fun story to tell now, isn't it? thank god we didn't die, although the bus ride home was a bitch. miss you much, and thank GOD you celebrated 3/17 the right way! love you!
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