Sometimes, all lit takes is waking up, feeling the chilly breeze, and knowing today's the day. Today's the day you finally get to wear that new, adorable outfit you purchased back when it was so hot you felt like you were going to melt into the sidewalk. I put on my favorite jeans, my cute brown boots and ceremoniously removed the Bershka tags from my new, uber classy sweater and put it over my head. It was even more amazing that I had remembered it being when I tried it on just before purchasing it. It had been one of my first purchases in Spain since the "I will only buy clothing that makes me feel as confident and attractive as that woman in the Corte Ingles commercials looks" epiphany and I was almost irrationally excited to see what the day would bring with such an outfit on.
As I ran to the bus stop, I looked in the reflection of a store window at myself, and realized I'd totally forgotten how low the back of the sweater hung and that you could totally see my tattoo. >_< I had no time to run back for a scarf, so all day long I had to scrunch the poor, adorable sweater around my neck when I went to turn to write on the chalk board or go around the room to look at people's assignments. OOPSIES! Haha. At least nobody said anything - and other than that little issue, the outfit was as lovely as I'd hoped it'd be - and made me feel a little more confident, to boot.
Anyway, school was fine. I was told that the primary teachers had had their first meeting with their director and that they had told her I was doing a very good job so far in teaching the younger kids about the US and providing them with activities that interested them and held their attention. I was told they were proud to bring home their American flags last week to their families to tell them about it (and me) and that the classes had been asking when I'd be back this week for the next project. A third grade class even got out of their seats and crouched down on the ground and started moving their arms as if to "praise me" and chanted my name. It was actually really weird... and I didn't know whether to be flattered or petrified... nor did I know how to stop them. The teacher had quite the look on her face when she walked into that room... hahaha.
It is cute how the kids greet me in English in the hallways and hardly ever Spanish. You can tell they have to think about it - and I have to remember not to respond in Spanish. But I swear I feel like Hannah Montana walking those hallways sometimes with all the waves and smiles and whispers. I'm not sure what's so enchanting about me at this point... I can be way more interesting and funny and friendly and cool, etc. ... but I guess they have low standards or something. ;)
Actually, I asked about Bill (the intern last year) today and was told by the two primary teachers that he was an absolute disaster. Haha. That he'd never once prepared anything for any class and that when asked to read, he would read so quickly that nobody could ever understand a thing he said. Glad I don't have big shoes to fill, I guess. ;)
After school I went to my doctor appointment. I gotta say, I felt like a BAMF making the appointment, and a TOTAL BAMF showing up for the appointment and understanding 98% of what the doctor said. I had to check in at the front desk and then find room number 14 and wait with a number in my hand. Next to me was a boy with his parents who were grilling him on his English vocabulary list. It was cute to listen to, but I think they thought my smiles were creepy, so I grabbed a Spanish gossip magazine and got to reading. A little while later it seemed to be my turn (nobody every called out numbers, so I'm not sure how anyone knew it was their turn, but finally the doctor smiled at me when he opened his door for the millionth time to see a patient, and so I jumped right up). He asked me to sit down and asked why I was there. I told him and he asked a few questions. He said it was no problem and he would freeze it off right then and there. He then asked if I was from England (cute) and what I was doing in Spain. He said I'd have to come back in two weeks to have him look it over and freeze it a little bit again after it falls off, to make sure the virus is totally dead and doesn't resurrect itself like it did the past few times. >_< He checked his calendar and said actually, in two weeks it was an Alcala festival, to celebrate Cervantes' birthday - but if you asked him, Cervantes wasn't even born in Alcala... and certainly not on that day! Haha!! He was super nice and told me when to come back and that I didn't need an appointment - he'd just look for me in the waiting room to check out the progress real quick. YAY!
After I tried, but failed, to find cute black boots for this chilly weather outside, I came home to a kitchen table full of roomies planning trips and inviting me along! It was so adorable! :oD I don't think I've ever felt so included in a group! I talked to Katie about Bilbao in October and to Abby about Granada, then I started talking to my friend from college, Laura, online. We talked for over an hour - for the first time in well over a year, really - and made tentative plans for her to come see me in TWO WEEKS over my three day weekend!!! ^_^ I would be SO excited if I could show Madrid to a jet-set, wanderlust kindred spirit! I'd take her all over and find her little glass animals for her collection and we'd have a serious hoot together. :oD She is going to work on flights, getting shifts covered, etc. and talk to her mom... so I'm trying not to get my hopes up... but if it works out, I will be soooo happy! She's traveled all over and has the same passion for it as I do. Plus she loves cutesy, girly things and shopping and cupcakes and just hanging out or going on an adventure... so I'm pretty sure we'd be perfect explorers together... haha.
And that was my day! No crisis! No crying! No ohmygodwhatamidoingwithmylife moments! I know I was only two days in a deep, dark hole - but man did they feel like they lasted for forever and a half.
XOXO
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