Spanish Professors are Ghetto

Well, I am 9 weeks down, 7 more to go. Tomorrow I am flying to Rome with my friend Amy, from Taylor. I just got done packing, and everything I need for the week is in a backpack and a purse. We are not checking any luggage because we just don’t want to have to deal with all of that. Sometimes (I say sometimes, other people might say “generally”) but, sometimes I can be a little high maintenance with my things for my hair, makeup, and cute clothes… but that’s just not going to be happening this week. I will be taking a brush for my hair, and my clothes are far from cute… tshirts people… I did allow myself the luxury of some makeup though… I decided I shouldn’t scare the citizens of Italy. Anyways, I’m all ready to go. I leave my apartment at 6:30 tomorrow morning, and we fly out of Seville to Rome. Lately, nothing too exciting has been happening here. School has been going well, and I have been learning a ton. However, I definitely am in need of this break. It’s coming at a good time. Gracia has been ridiculously great these past few weeks. Britton and I aren’t exactly sure what has happened to her… I think she just all of a sudden likes us or something… I’m not entirely sure. I have to say though, I haven’t gotten yelled at about the light in over a month! She does still try to control us, and tell us what to do. Britton generally listens to her, but I refuse to let a 70 year old women tell me what to do. Haha, I don’t think she likes my stubbornness all too much. I mean, if it’s something about the apartment, or something that actually affects her, I will listen to her, and respect that… but not when she tells me to do things that have no bearing on her. That’s just crazy! And, generally her requests are kind of ridiculous. So because Halloween is next week, today the school had a “costume day.” Which, I find kind of funny since the ages of the students range anywhere from 19-22. However, Britton and I decided to participate… big shocker right? Anyways, we bought these costumes at a hippie market in Seville. Deciding they were probably a bit too inappropriate to wear by themselves, we wore things under them. This is our professor Salva. If you take one look at what he is wearing, you will understand his personality. He is such a goof. He is my prof for Literature. He lived as a foreign exchange student in the states for 3 months, and he remembers a decent amount of English. Every once in a while he will pull out some random phrase in English just to get the class to laugh. The other day, he stopped what he was doing, looked at the class, and goes “That’s ghetto.” It was about the funniest thing that has happened here so far. Not only because of the fact that a Spaniard just said that phrase, but also his wonderfully think Spanish accent that was used to say it. Anyways, so here is a picture of that. I figured everyone would enjoy this!







Well, I dont really have a ton of updates, but i will definitely post a good blog when I return from Italy, pictures and all. I hope everyone is doing well. Love you!