My bomb schedule

In Spain, babies and dogs run freely through the streets, never to be seen with their appripriate owners.

In Spain, people eat fried, oily food, drink excessive amounts of alcohol, smoke like chimneys, and yet live to be 100 and never get fat.

In Spain, a tiny jar of peanut butter costs over five dollars, and can only be found in one specialty grocery store in this city. Pretty much Spain doesn't produce any peanut-related products (including Reese's peanut butter cups-- which is becoming problematic for my chocolate dependent emotional stability).

In Spain, everyone is Catholic, but gay marriage is legal, making love in the street is common place, and moving in with you boyfriend or girlfriend after two months is the norm.

In Spain, women don't begin to have children until their mid-thirties. Isn't that when American doctors consider it a high-risk pregnancy? Something is a little backwards here.

In Spain, I am the only blonde.

In Spain, in this culture full of lively, late-night, party people, no one ever smiles in the streets. You will rarely see someone laughing with a friend or acting like a total fool. This is one cultural standard in which Andrea and I refuse to conform.

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Monday marks the first day of our new classes. Our two week stint of "Intensivo" is now over, and our individualized schedules begin. So of course, we're all trying to figure out when and where our classes are and what new buildings we have to discover. In the midst of this research, I was told that one of the classes I signed up for, which I was most excited about, Medical Spanish, was no longer going to be offered. Apparently only myself and one other girl signed up for the class, so they had to cancel it. So let me break down my schedule for the semester:

I was signed up for five classes in total: Intensivo, Medical Spanish, Phonetics, Literature, and Art History. I just completed Intensivo, and Medical Spanish was cancelled. So that leaves me conveniently enrolled in three classes for the remainder of the semester. Supposedly, we are required to take a full course load of 15 credits, but hey, I'm not the one who cancelled one of my classes. So I think I'm just going to let that slide, considering I only need six more credits to complete my minor. Lazy and sneaky? Maybe. But am I going to take any proactive measures to aquire another unnecessary class? I think not. The program director can track me down if necessary, but I'm not exactly going out of my way to change this situation.

So here is what my actual schedule of classes looks like:
Monday: 4-5, 6-7
Tuesday: 11-12, 4-5
Wednesday:11-12, 5-6
Thursday: 10-11, 4-5
Friday: 11-12

Yes, you read that right. My earliest class is only one day a week, at 10 AM. And on Mondays, my first class isn't until 4 PM. And all other days I start at 11 AM. What a drastic and welcome difference for my life. I could get use to this.