Ugh, I’m so glad that tomorrow’s my last day… I mean, I wouldn’t mind staying at the school, but my classmates are really starting to irk my nerves. Yesterday, this daddy’s boy in class complained that one of our former teachers used to spend the whole class talking, like talking to ME… uh, excuse me, but I actually study and know my shit so sorry if I actually have real questions that can’t be answered just with the dictionary. It’s not my problem you don’t care about learning grammar… it’s not my problem you still can’t distinguish 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person. And it’s not as if the professor and I were just chitchatting, we were actually talking about usage, like when to use muy vs. mucho. Pay attention, and maybe you’ll actually learn something. Ugh, so annoying. Seriously, fuck off.

As for the others, everyday the same group of kids skip out on the cultural class. Today, this one kid who had been absent the last few days returned with a monster black eye and the left side of his face all scraped up. Are you fucking kidding me? Yeah sure, people do stupid things when they’re young. Still, is getting sloshed to the point of getting your face all fucked up really necessary for an authentic adolescent/young adult experience? Juveniles.

Thankfully, my new housemate is a serious language learner. The dude is only 19, but he really is quite precocious. Like he gets that he has to work to pay for his travels around the world. He gets that when he stays at a friend’s house when he travels, he has to pay for groceries and help with cleanup. I share the bathroom with him, and he’s so clean. Plus he helps with food prep, setting the table, cleanup… I’m amazed considering I know several people in their 30s who still don’t get this. And then of course, these other jokers in class are crybaby brats. Haha. Just one more day of class. I’ll try to get pics of my profs. They’re awesome.