Ok so I did try to post about my classes earlier on in the week, but the internet went out and I was too lazy to re-post, so I’ll just give you a recap of the week!
I was super nervous to go to class. Usually it isn’t that bad when I’m at home I’m more excited but here I was straight about to poop my pants in fear. My best friend Caroline and I made a similar schedule so we decided to leave an hour early for our first class. Let me just take this time to say that the building we are in has no maps and does not make any sense, so it really was a miracle that we found the correct class. We were feeling pretty good about ourselves until we are sitting in the middle of class and everyone is typing “Arte Borroco” instead of “Historia de Fotografia”. We didn’t want to get up and leave because here that is extremely odd to leave during the middle of class. So we just sat there, for an hour … It was extremely stressful at the time but looking back on it, it was quite comical. My other classes went smoothly, pretty much there are no Sevillanos in them. I guess it’s because I picked the easy ones. I had Paisaje y Medio Ambiente Urbano (pretty much like an urban planning class/ the environment in a city), and Historia de los Estados Unidos, and two other classes that I plan on dropping. It was a long day but worth it.
Tuesday was better. Caroline and I found the right class, it was just extremely boring. It was the first day of real lecture, and the professor decided to talk about light and how we view it on the spectrum/how fast it travels etc. Pretty much the stuff you learn in an intro Physics class during high school. However, instead of a bunch of students falling asleep they were taking copious notes. It was crazy! Here students literally write down everything the professor says. Maybe it’s because professors don’t use powerpoints, but I mean I even knew what the prof was talking about and I don’t understand a lot of Spanish. I also had my first Center class, which was yet again boring … not so shocking. Oh well I have to take that class, and it isn’t too early which is nice. At least afterwards I got to go on a field trip. I walked to the museum of modern art/architectural stuff by myself which was a bit sketchy, but all in all it seemed like a nice change of pace. I also received Valentines day Cards from my mom! THANKS MOM! Tuesday night was stressful because I tried to finish my ensayo. My grammar prof returned my first ensayo, I got a 6/10. Which means I passed and it was sufficient but not that great. I felt pretty crappy after that but a majority of people got 6’s, a few got 7’s, some got 8’s, and only 2 got 9’s. So that made me feel a little better, but now that I typed it out it still makes me pissed.
Wednesday I was just tired. I don’t even want to write about it because I can barely remember it. I did have my first geografia del mar class. That should be simple, and it has about 11 kids (out of 27) from my program in it! So he seems to be kind of catering the class to us. Also it’s funny in my Historia de los EEUU (aka US) class, we are talking about Reconstruction and because of my awesome teachers in high school I know pretty much all the questions that the professor asks. It’s funny too because he always looks at me wanting me to give him the answer but it’s difficult because I can’t explain the ideas really well in Spanish, and sometimes he doesn’t understand my English. For example:
- Prof: Who was the President after Lincoln? (obviously he was saying this in Spanish)
- Me: Andrew Johnson
- Prof: What?
- Me: Andrew Johnson
- Prof: I can’t understand you.
- Me: Never mind (laugh)
- Prof: (Smiles) No try.
- Me: Andrew Johnson
- Prof: (slighty shakes his head) Anyway, the next president was Johnson.
I SAID THAT! It’s pretty comical because the same thing happens Thursday. I guess he can’t understand my midwestern accent. Wednesday Night I worked my butt off trying to finish my second ensayo. I chose a rather difficult subject, because of course only strange things interest me. I decided to write about the relationship between F.C. Barcelona, Catalonia, and Franco. This is really specific so I had pretty much no research and it was just caca toro. Oh well at least I turned it in on time.
I woke up early and finished the second ensayo, edited the first, and read my US historia articles. I went to class and felt sick the entire time (my roommate is sick and we share a small space, thus it seems to be inevitable). Luckily some of my history articles were in English. It was interesting because we were discussing Booker T. Washington’s speech at the Atlanta Expo and W.E.B. DuBois response to this speech. As we were dissecting the arguments, we got a little off topic. First one of the (I assume) grad students asked for the Spanish word for Negro. (They use the word negra or black for African Americans). I tried to explain to him that Negro was offensive (not as bad as the other N word), but it was used in a time were African Americans were blatantly treated like second class citizens. We went on to discuss what African Americans liked to be called. And in all honestly I struggled with answering this. I told them it just depended on the person. Thoughts? I feel like no one wants a blanketed term for their race, but maybe that is just me.
SORRY FOR THIS LONG POST! I just thought you guys would be proud I survived my first week!
- I survived
- Seeing history from another perspective
- Feeling like I know/understand more Spanish
- Getting lost
- Not being able to be understood
- Having a constant headache