I think I'm going to explode.
If anyone has any objections, please keep your mouth shut because I'm going to do it anyway.
Classes started here at UM yesterday (University of Murcia). My first class was Modern Universal History, which was supposed to be at 10am and I had it with Er so we were pretty excited. We went to an 8:30am gym class - her idea obviously, not mine - and then headed to campus! We initially walked into the wrong building but quickly realized that we had done so and booked it to our classroom in the building across the courtyard. Suffice it to say our haste was unnecessary. After we waited with the rest of the class until 10:40 and STILL had no professor, we decided that as much as we liked Spanish-people-watching, it was time to go. We went and got some coffee - which you would think was cutting into my budget with how often I get it, but it's only 50 cents - and then headed to our respective apartments for lunch. We met up about an hour later to head to the mall - I wanted a duffel bag for the gym and had never been to the mall, so we took the tram over and shopped for a few hours until it was time for me to head to my 6pm German class. Mind you, I was terrified to walk into this classroom considering I haven't been able to speak German in over a month, but what can you do. Upon walking in, I found out that I had signed up for a FIRST YEAR GERMAN CLASS, so I spent two hours of my life learning how to introduce myself oooover and over again. And over. Again. By the way, I could not leave because the classroom was small and that would be rude and I wanted to ask the very nice professor's advice after class about what I should do. After speaking with Profesora Strohschen, I decided to move up a few levels of German and add another language - either Arabic or Italian. And let me just say that if you think a second language is hard, you should try getting something about your third language explained to you in your second one. My brain did this super cool thing where it switched languages every few sentences, like when I tried to even talk about German, my language switched to German, and after a few sentences, I could get back to Spanish. My freakin' break hurt. And yet, fourth language here I come. After class, I headed over to Er's to vent about my super duper first day of classes and cuddle and talk to Abbe on the phone (because God forbid we walk to each others' apartments).
Anyway, today was a new day, which started for me when Er barged into my room at 9:15 this morning saying that she hated me and I need a new alarm clock - we had a 9am class but there was another 10am session so it's not as bad is it sounds, and trust me, that was the easy part of this morning. While I was worried about what would be expected of me in these classes, I was also really, very excited. Turns out I didn't need to be feeling any kind of anything because Er and I actually walked into the WRONG ROOM this morning and cannot escape because this place is like Alcatraz: there is ONE door - which of course is on the opposite side at the front of the room (which Er and I cannot get to because we sit where we belong in the back corner) - and we cannot just walk out because I get stared at enough as the tall freakin' blonde in Spain - there are not many of us - so walking out in the middle of class with my little redheaded best friend does not exactly sound like my cup of tea. I can see the door from here. It's so close, and yet so far. The profe seems like a very nice lady - too bad this is so not my class even a little bit. Cannot stop glancing at the door. Got my internet to work in class which is how I am currently writing to you lovely people, otherwise I would have had to choose between bashing my head against my desk (quietly, so as not to disturb the peace), lying down on the exceptionally clean floor and taking a nap, or breaking through the window with my backpack (totally logical) and subsequently jumping out of one of the many windows that line this 3rd story classroom. Personally I'm leaning toward the third option, but I'm definitely open to suggestions!
Next up is Syntax and Semantics, which starts exactly when this class ends and is somewhere on the second floor. I'll let ya know how that goes - wish me luck!
I wrote this blog while living in Spain my second year of college - figured it wouldn't hurt to share.