It's All Greek To Me

Every one says that first impressions are very important, and that they forshadow how events, people, or relationships will turn out. However, I don't think this is necessarily true with the first day of school. I year is a long time, and maybe the girl who bumped into you and was rude about it, will become your best friend by midterms. Before the year is over, your favorite person from the first day of school could easily become your best friend, then enemy. If the first day of school is terrible, it doesn't mean that it will be a terrible year.

Overall, my first day of school was successful in the sense that people were nice, I didn't get hopelessly lost, and I didn't eat lunch in the bathroom, alone.

Despite my protests, the head mistress put me in Greek, Latin, Philosophy, History, Religion, and whatever H.M. Com is. I have never stepped foot into a Greek class, and the only Latin I know is Mater Dei (mother of God, and conveniantly, the name of my last highschool). I'm not sure exactly how I am going to learn foreign languages being taught in a foreign language, but it's not like I could possibly understand class any less. On the bright side, I was enrolled in 2 english classes. This did not last very long, seeing as I was kicked out of my "English Application" class shortly after entering the room. The teacher arrived 10 minutes late to class, and began having a fit about how it was too full. When she found out that I was the American student, her fit grew into a tantrum as she began screaming at me to get out of her class because I already spoke english. I told her I understood, and made an attempt to escape. However, she felt it absoloutly necessary to pull me back into the classroom, and proceed to lecture me infront of the entire class how there was no point in me being there, and how dare I show up. I firmly told her that I understood, and I would leave as soon as she let go of me. Instead of "English Application" I am now enrolled in computer technology.

I did not understand what any of the teachers said throughout the rest of my classes, but I did enjoy socializing with the other kids in my classes. Everyone wanted to know what California is like, and at break I was introduced to 10 billion people who I will never remember their names. I spent most of my day with a good sized group of kids who showed me around, introduced me to people, and asked me countless questions about my favorite stars, movies, TV shows, and music. Gossip Girl is a universal conversation topic.

I was so excited when after school, some of my new friends invited me to go out with them later tonight, but unfortunately I couldn't because it was my host mom's suprise birthday party...which I had actually mis-understood as being tommorow night. I went home and took a nap, then woke up to find my host siblings and dad moving a bunch of chairs. I asked them if it was for the party tommorow night. They looked at me funny, and told me the party was tonight. Two seconds after waking up, this news can be slightly shocking. Especially after I asked how many people were comming, and they said about 50. It was then that I decided changing out of my pajamas would be a good idea.

What could be better than making small talk in another language with 50 adults you have never met. Everyone was super nice though, I love Spanish people. I REALLY love Spanish food.
                     Why I actually came to Spain

One of my host mom's friends makes jewelery, and she made matching bracelets for Cristinita, Luna (my 5 yr old host cousin) and I. I thought this was incredibly thoughtful, and was really touched when my host mom said it meant that I was "one of the girls in the family."

                 Yo, Cristinita, y Luna con nos mismo pulseras

So maybe I'm going to fail every class here, but fitting in might not be as hard as I thought.

Love,

Chloe