Its almost 6:00 p.m. on the first day of official classes.
I woke up at 6:00 a.m., and was at the bus station by 7:00. (yes, I take the bus…) I watched the sun rise, arrived at school- turned in two versions of a short CV that will be published through ESADE- didn’t have time for a coffee, put my glasses on, sat down, took a deep breath and tried to act like this was all OKAY…”okay” it is not…nuts is more like it- crazy, ridiculous, foolhardy, mad, insane, bizarre, harebrained, idiotic, and so on and so forth.
After four and a half hours of “Financial Accounting and Reporting” (what???), chugging café con leche like its my job, and another three hour class of “Managerial Statistics,” I think my head is going to explode. Tonight, I’ll do some Financial accounting homework- may meet with my group to work on statistics, and then go over a few chapters in the new Spanish book I purchased since my language hasn’t progressed much in the last few weeks. And then it will all begin again tomorrow…tomorrow and the next day and the next…
(I must have been insane to actually believe that I would have a social life here, btw) Speaking of, there are about four different ppl visiting this weekend. Should be interesting.
My mac doesn’t seem to have the excel add-ons (whatever that may be) that I need- and after spending about 30 minutes trying to download an updated program- my computer freaked out (I guess he feels a bit like I do.)
I’ll eventually get home- I don’t know when that will be- but I’m sure it will happen. At which point, I will wrestle with the washing machine that seems to be holding my favorite clothes hostage, and I’ll spend hours on the phone with Telefonica who seems to have forgotten that we had an internet installation appointment. They refuse to call back.
Rent is due, we are still about 25% short of furniture, our bathtub wont drain, and we are sharing one set of keys between two of us (not to mention the fact that I don’t yet have a mailbox key.)
Michael came and surprised me this weekend- It was wonderful to see him…but my life here is so unaligned from his that the parameters of our relationship basically performed a 180 between his arrival time and the time he left for the airport last night. Everything is crumbling…and rebuilding itself simultaneously.
A little overwhelmed is an understatement…and this is just pre-term.