Ode to Aunt Bee

Last night I was freezing in my bed and I instinctively wanted to grab Aunt Bee, my little heater, and make her spoon me and warm me up, but all I could grab at were empty sheets. I have had Aunt Bee since I was in fourth grade and this semester is the longest time and furthest we have ever been apart.Getting through the semester and the cold nights without her hasn’t been easy, but I survived and now it is approximately 48 hours until we will be reunited! Since I was thinking about my Bee Buggy so much I decided that she deserved a post just to herself about all the reasons why I love her and how she and I are soul mates!
Aunt Bee is always ready for a road trip!

 

She’s there to help me pack…

and she only asks for belly rubs in exchange.

She gives me kisses for bathing her!

And she is a great bun/bed warmer in the winter.

Some might say that we have a bond so strong that we were destined to be together, as evident in the many characteristics Aunt Bee and I share.

For instance, we aren’t afraid to take fashion risks

We can be classy when the occasion calls…

We aren’t afraid to indulge!

And we both are delicate sleepers!

Oh Aunt Bee! I can’t wait to fall asleep to the gentle rumble of her man-like snore and with both of our head above the blankets and mouths open–what a pair we are!

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My Home in Sevilla

I am officially done with finals! After two bottles of gatorade and hibernating for 12 hours last night I woke up feeling almost normal and decided to take the final to get it over with. I thought I was pretty much back to 100% when I walked to the test tonight until I got to the university and realized I couldn’t make out anyone’s faces, but I wouldn’t let that stop me! I was ready to be done, and now I finally am!

Well actually, I am supposed to go to lab this week, but I don’t think that is actually going to work out. What happened was after my test my psychology teacher asked me when I was leaving and if I could go to lab this week, and unable to think on my feet slash still recovering from the surprise oral test I said yes. However, I am not mentally prepared for any more class. I mentally prepared myself to do just exactly what I had left and no more. I was prepared to finish class on Monday, take my four finals,  be done, and then go home on Friday. Labs are just out of my capacity.

While attempting to study for psychology I procrastinated and took pictures of the apartment I’m living in (I would feel guilty for procrastinating but now I am just glad I didn’t waste any more of my time studying). So, now that my semester abroad is pretty much over, why don’t I show you where I have been living!

When you walk in to the left there is the kitchen…
and the living room/dining area is straight ahead.
From the living room you turn left and get to the hallway
And then the first room to the left is my bedroom and my tennis racket I dragged thousands of miles and across 4 countries to not to use…

 The first right from the hallway is my bathroom and my tiny shower. I can’t take a picture of the room because it is so small and I can’t lift my arms up completely when they are bent
So this is my home for the past for months, and where I will be leaving in two days! I still am so relieved to be done with finals and so tired of the school system here that I couldn’t be more ready to leave, but tomorrow I am planning to skip my labs and hang out with my girl friends and I think then I will definitely start to get bummed and reluctant to leave…kind of. At the same time I can’t wait to play with Aunt Bee and make cookies and then eat cookies and see my family!

Worst Day Ever

I realize that “Worst Day Ever” is fairly hyperbolic, but at this point I have lost perspective and this truly feels like the worst day anyone has ever had in the whole entire world (not really, but still).

Today I had my psychology final, which is one of the finals I was worried most about because I had to cover 2/3 of the material on my own. Luckily it was a tipo test (multiple choice), so I figured if I went over everything medium-well, I would be able to recognize the answers and do alright.

When I got to the office to take the exam, it turned out to be an oral test–surprise! The first questions was “What is Evaluacion Psicologica?”(that is the title of the class). What does that even mean? Where was I supposed to begin?? Being able to draw completely from memory rather than looking at the various answer options is extremely different, and I was in no way prepared for this test. Also, one thing you can not do on an oral test is see a question you know ABSOLUTELY nothing about, guess some completely random answer, turn in the test and hope for the best. On oral tests you can’t take a shot in the dark and have the comfort of leaving the test before the teacher reads your nonsensical answer. Instead I just literally had to say “I don’t know” and look at him blankly, which was equally awkward and embarrassing.

I realize that the teacher was trying to be easy on me, and I passed, but I can not begin to express the amount of stress and humiliation it caused along the way, and we had already agreed I was taking a tipo test!

After that test I had a tutoring session and class in Historia y Ficcion, which is my last final and I am taking it tomorrow. During class I felt horribly sick and nauseous, but I figured it was just a symptom from all the stress and exhaustion, so I tried to calm myself down. The class is 2 hours long and by the last thirty minutes I was struggling to not run out and try to find a place to throw up or pass out.

Once we were finally let out of class I ran to the bathroom and tried to see if I would throw up, but I wasn’t successful, so I headed back home. Right when I walked downstairs to the main floor of the building I was overcome with the need to throw up and I ran to the first exit I found and threw up everywhere (sorry for the grossness of this post).

I started to think the throwing up was just part of the stress so I just walked it off (although crying–I always cry when I throw up haha) and headed home.

I still was convinced I had just done this to myself by getting so worked up, until I came home and threw up approximately 238 more times. So now I am here in bed, unable to sleep but exhausted, wearing essentially all the clothes I haven’t packed, sitting on a heating pad, body aching and cramping from the strain of throwing up so many times and then losing all of my fluids, and tomorrow I have my last final.

I am really bummed to be having such rotten luck and to get sick literally just days before I am supposed to leave. Plus, I want to get this final over with, but it looks like I will have to try to move it back because no studying is happening tonight.

On the other hand, my woman has been super sweet and trying to do whatever she can to help take care of me, and my friend Sarah came by and doctored me up a little, which I really really appreciate!

Week 15

I am officially half-way done with finals, and I am somehow still alive. This week I turned in my final essay, had my final for the class I am taking with my program–History of Flamenco–and then this morning I took my Arte Prehispanico final.

It is weird thinking back to before my finals and remembering how I thought it would literally be impossible to study and take them, yet here I am with two down and two to go. My weariness and despair culminated on Monday when I just lied in bed and cried from a combination of the stress and receiving some bad news from my academic advisor (more on that later). I still don’t feel much better, but now I can actually see the end in sight.

Since I have the weekend ahead of me to study I decided to give myself the night off and I put some of that free time to good use and uploaded the pictures to the Munich and Prague posts! When I was updating the posts I also remembered one of the funniest stories from the whole trip that I had completely forgotten about!

Since no one in Spain really speaks English I have gotten accustomed to saying whatever is on my mind when I’m out with my friends from my program. I generally don’t go around saying absurd or obscene things, but here I feel comfortable telling my friends that the clothing in a store is overpriced, or talking openly about my personal problems while in public places, or commenting on how well dressed someone is even when they are right in front of me. I probably am overly concerned with not saying things that are of “bad taste” or too personal out loud, so it has actually been very liberating talking so freely.

Anyway, one day in Prague Sarah and I were looking at the watercolor paintings on Charles bridge and I lingered really long at one stand and was pretty much set on getting a painting there, but in the end I couldn’t commit and decided I didn’t want anything. Rather than being honest and just saying I didn’t want anything, I decided to take the “easy way out” and say I needed to think more and ask if he would be there the following day, to which he said probably not. Feigning disappointment, but inside happy and relieved that I successfully had adverted the situation, I walked away.

The next day we took the same bridge to the other side of the city, and low and behold the artist DID decide to come the following day. Unable to face him and my lie I panicked, shot towards the people closest to me, and began walking awkwardly close, trying to hide myself behind them.

Sarah, confused about why I was being so weird (I was extreeeemely close to them), asked me what I was doing. I told her “The painter is here! I’m walking with this couple so he doesn’t see me.” Next thing I know the two ladies (not a couple) I am walking with stop and give me the strangest look, and I realize they understand English!

Caught off guard, I turned bright red and explained the whole not-being-used-to-people-understanding-English thing and tried to laugh it off, but they were not having it. The situation at this point was fairly awkward because I am still walking right with them, so I just mumbled something and veered sharply away.

Lessons learned: I should probably get my free speech under control before going back to the US or I could put myself in more awkward situations. I also probably don’t need to go through the whole elaborate story making process just to get out of buying a painting, “no thanks” is sufficient. (In fact I have decided I need to be more honest and say what I feel in general)

I am going to save the dramatic advising story for the Spanish academics post because it is late here and I don’t want to get myself all worked up again right before bed; also, I don’t want to keep being such a downer in all my posts, so I think it’s better I put it all my complaints into one all-inclusive post and then be done with them!

Since it is 1am here, I am officially under a week left in Sevilla. Just a week before I felt like the end was never coming, and now it is fast approaching and I can’t believe it. A lot of my friends from various other programs are getting home now, and it is so weird to think how one day I will leave Sevilla and the next day I will be back in Austin, back to normal life, and I imagine all of this will feel like a dream. It all changes so abruptly.

I am starting to think that the reason I am so ready to go is because it doesn’t seem like the end ever actually will come, but until Tuesday gets here and until I am done with my finals, I am ready for the week to hurry up and I am ready to go home.

BEST DAY EVER

Things have been looking down and I am blogging and complaining and studying, but then next thing I know, my week is completely turned around!

No, I am not talking about school. That is not turning around, unfortunately.

But what I am talking about is even BETTER!

I was talking to my woman the other day when she was looking at recipe books and I asked her if there is one she recommends or uses a lot.

She told me about a book–“1080 Recetas de Cocina”–that she says everyone uses and it has tons of editions, so I was super excited to order it when I get home and cook all the Spanish recipes.

I have been sitting at the kitchen table studying while my woman and the family went to the park, and when she came back she handed me “an early christmas present”: The recipe book!

She gave it to me about 30 minutes ago, but I still can’t stop smiling and I just keep looking at the book and admiring it. I am soooo excited to have these Spanish recipes to try out when I get home (and it will be a fun way to keep up with my Spanish), but I am most happy that she thought of me!

Words can not describe the contentment and happiness and excitement that I feel right now.

(Me and my new book!)
(And don’t worry, I didn’t dye my hair brown again…that is the light…and the dirtiness)

I suppose I should return to studying….after I read some recipes in my new book!