tres! Tres!! TRes!!!TREs!!!! TRES!!!!! <---Progressive excitement.
In case you haven't caught on... I have three days until I return to "The Land of the Fatties" and I couldn't be happier about it.
Monday was so gracious to kick start finals for me... I had Grammar and POE.
Grammar=cake.. the good kind without frosting... I mean, it should have been, he gave us all the answers beforehand.
POE= souffle...the kind that's hard to make... and always come out of the oven deflated. Sonia made a heck of a test... I'm confident I passed though.. kinda.
After such a long day of tests my brain was fried, so Colleen and I napped together, but in different beds; it was nice. We were peacefully napping when all of a sudden a rap at the door sounded and the phrase"Chicas la comida!" rang like a gong. Colleen and I dragged ourselves out of bed and walked into the living room to meet our gastronomic fate. We both had leftovers, except MC gave me a little somethin' somethin' extra.. 2 eggs. Back home, two eggs is a meal for me... but this night it was 2 eggs, a big helping of "spaghetti", soup, bread, yogurt, and a banana. I was thankful for the food, but oh so miserable. During dinner I asked MC a question and I referred to her as Mari or Maria... I can't remember, and she [for the first time.. I think] corrected me with, "Maria Carmen Coorney, Me llamo Maria Carmen!" Why would you wait until the last 4 days to correct someone who has said it wrong for 3 months? I'm glad I never asked to call her "MC".. don't think that would have gone too well. I'll be honest. I felt no remorse for getting her name wrong... she's been getting my portions wrong for the last 3 months... we still aren't even close to even. :) Oops.
After dinner I decided to crack the "books" and get on my grind. I had a killer art test the next day and a seemingly impossible amount of information to cram into my brain. Even though we were allowed to work in groups, I still felt it essential to study my rear off, you can't trust study abroad kids theses days...especially ones who never come to class. While I was in my "study my rear off" zone, I received a call from some of the 103 Boys and I was informed of my unfortunate fate once I returned. Ninja kisses... no, this is not a "cute" phrase for karate chops.. it is what it says it is. Not wanting anyone to regret the decision of planting a "Ninja Kiss" on me, I informed the boys that if they NK-ed me, they were going to receive a "Ninja Kick" to their "pride" in return. Hopefully they will reconsider. I was also informed by the 103 Boys that we are getting kicked out of Fantasyland in May so that the landlord's sons can live there... she's also not fixing our microwave until they move in (supposedly). Straight up BOOTY! Here's to hoping I don't have to take summer school... just kidding.. I have an option or two.
So this morning, I woke up before the sun and attempted to pull myself together to get a little bit more studying done before I had to mosey on over to class. At approximately 8:25, I get to the classroom, start selecting my team of winners and begin to go to town on the exam. The test was only about 7 questions long, but they were LONG questions, and our teacher made us do it a really inefficient way because we all had to have the same answers, yet we couldn't just write it on one piece of paper. Spaniards always make it harder than it has to be. The test took us the whole 2 hours... even then we were still scrambling. I forgot to mention that during our final, the CLM K (my building) decided to have a fire drill.. brilliant. Long story short, we dommed that test. Now all I have left are the blow offs.
After such domination I retreated into my room and did a whole bunch of nothin'. I should have been sleeping, but Maria (a different Maria.. not MC) was coming to clean our house, so I didn't want to have to wake up right as I fell asleep for her to clean my room. After Maria left, Colleen and I decided to eat lunch.. What's on the menu? Microwaved fish!.. it's 100x better than it sounds, except it was 2 huge filets (of course) in a little bitty casserole dish that MC told me to stick in the microwave for 4 min. I asked her if I should do one at a time, but she said no. I was doubtful that keeping them in the same dish would result in fully cooked fish, but I did it anyway and justified it by, "MC has been cooking longer than me". The cookage was a fail. So, I took a smaller actually cooked piece, fed it to Colleen and cooked the rest one at a time. I am to the conclusion [now] that the piece of fish I ate was, in fact, not fully cooked. I got a little gurgle in my stomach and I'm hoping it stays at that severity. I gotta live it up here in Granada... time is becoming scarce.
So here I am now, jamming to my "Christian" Grooveshark playlist and sitting in peace.
mmmmmm....
Dos Besos,
Courtney
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