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Today was the first day of classes (YES!) The clock on my phone has been set to the time at home, but since America recently had daylight savings, I didn't want to get confused, because I was already counting two hours up and setting the clock two hours behind anything I had to do. I didn't want that to end badly, so I figured out how to set my phone to Buenos Aires time, but the alarm is still having some adjustment issues. So after accidentally staying out until 1am last night (last minute plans), I had still planned to get up at 6:15am so I could make sure I made it on time. The next morning, I ended up waking up at 7, class was at 8, it takes an hour to get there. My plan was to take a bus, change busses, then go all the way on the second bus. When I got to the street that was supposed to have the second stop, the number was nowhere in sight, and I knew I was pushing it with the time, so I just hopped on the subway. I went the wrong direction on the subway, after thoroughly reviewing the 'map" for a good 3 minutes. Luckily there was only one stop left in that direction, the it turned around to go back. Finally going in the right direction, I successfully switched subway lines and found the street I was supposed to be at. I had only been to this school one time before. Luckily, I'd paid very close attention to how to get there. While I was walking, I started to see some girls with huge calves, so I knew I was going in the right direction.

After the terrifying yoga class (The professor rudely commented "you're supposed to understand Spanish, no?") I had only an hour to get to get back to the other side of town for Spanish class. Success. After that, I rushed back to the dorm to catch some lunch, then put some money on my bus card, and took a quick nap, to make up for last night. I set the stupid alarm for 5pm. Two whole hours before class started. I woke up and looked at the clock "19:23" "Crap, what's 19:00?" "13..14...7!!!!" At this point I'm thinking, I hate this alarm, I'm going to be like an hour late, I might as well just not go. But then I looked at the schedule and the class is only one day per week, and it ended around 10pm, so I said fine, I'll just go late. I HATE being late for things that are important to me. At Michigan, we have "Michigan time", which just means all classes start ten minutes late, It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of and I completely reject the idea. I go to my classes at the time they're scheduled for. Every time. On the way to the class, I was thinking of how I would explain, in Spanish, the elaborate 7-bus accident/sea monster attack that had made me late until I finally decided to suck it up and admit failure. I walked into the class and no one blinked. I sat down quietly and took some notes for the hours remaining.

After class, I had to go to the office with the professor to see if I was on the class list, and we got stuck in the elevator. The elevator is only about three people big to begin with. We went down to one, and when the door opened, there was a concrete wall. back up to 5, concrete wall. We did this for a few minutes, running into more concrete walls every time the door opened. Then we rang the fire/emergency bell. I felt like that wouldn't do anything. It didn't. Somehow we just ended up pressing one again, and not getting a concrete wall. After class, I introduced myself to a girl and went to shake her hand while she was going to kiss me and we bumped glasses. *smh*

I would say, overall, the day went well though, given the possibilities.

Yesterday, we went to the mall, which turned into a group movie (just putting it out there, I was the 7th wheel) which is why we stayed out so late/because Argentines have a partying problem lol. We were at the movies at 8; there was an 8:30 movie, we got tickets for the 10:30 pm. "????" Cultural differences. While we were at the mall, I suggested that Chelsea and I choose two looks from Zara. One for work and one for after 5. We had fifteen minutes. I got the wrong sizes for her. Oops. Photographs above.

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TB