We Still Have Not Stared Classes Yet

Yesterday, for orientation, day 1000, they took us to a ranch and we stayed there all day. It was basically free range play time for us for some reason. I really don't understand why we get together to have down time and not to get information. It doesn't make the most sense to me. I guess they don't want to overwhelm us with too much info at once, but on the other hand, some of us are stressed out because we have a lot of questions they're taking forever to answer. The ranch was cool. They had sunshine, a pool, free space, a playground, bike riding, and the food was ridiculous. First, while we were sitting, they brought out some little finger foods, and because breakfast and lunch here are a joke, we thought that would be all we were getting, so a lot of people filled up on that. So then, about 30 minutes later, they were like, ok, time for lunch. Everyone was confused, but totally ok with it.

So lunch. There was a bread on the table, they brought out water, coke, and fries. Cool. So then they started bringing out these huge sticks of meat. And everyone pretty much got one slice, but there were so many rounds that you were more than full by the beginning. First they brought out chorizo, then steak, chicken, pork, lamb and ribs. There was a new meat every ten minutes and by the end we were basically begging them to stop. And after that, they brought desert. I didn't even make it to the chicken. I don't think most people did. Did I mention the salad bar at the beginning?

We got back from the ranch around 7pm, as scheduled, and a lot of people were planning to go out, because it was Thursday and classes start next week. So I said, ok, this is gonna be the night I do the Argentine partying thing, because I'd like to do that at least once. I'm gonna go to the bar at 12am, go to the party at 2:30am, come home at 4:30am. Not quite 7am, but I would have been satisfied with that. None of that happened, the night was a complete failure, and it reinforced two things: I hate the party scene. Maybe I'm a sociopath.

I don't really feel like telling all the details here, but basically, the plan changed too may times. Some people were confused, some people were mad, some people didn't care (me) and I just ended up going back home around 1am.

The reason I say I hate the party scene/may be a sociopath is because, on the way to the bar and stuff, everyone chats and has a good time and is not just ready, but excited about the night ahead, and I just walk along paying attention to the scenery, patiently making my way to whatever may be ahead. I'm usually not involved in a conversation unless it's about the plan for the night, or some directions to get there; technical details. This happens all the time in the states too. Sometimes, another quiet girl in the group may try to talk to me because she thinks I'm shy like she is, but I'm not. I don't really care to talk to her either, unless she's confiding in me that she's sick and needs to leave and she was afraid to say it to the loud girls and needs me to translate for her. Other than that,I don't really care about her or about this party. I'm just along for the ride, basically. I could be at a party right now, or I could be washing a car and I would still be enjoying myself. For some reason, the idea of going out and partying doesn't excite me any more than other normal activities. But I go, because I feel like, if I'm not doing this, what is it that I'm supposed to be doing? I'm twenty, or I'm in my twenties, and this is what people in their twenties do for entertainment. I'm an interesting and adventurous individual who likes to have a good time like everyone else, but I don't have a desire to be a part of that scene whatsoever. Are some of us just made to keep couches warm?

Updates:
*I'm frustrated by how frustrated I am. It would be nice to either love or hate this experience, not have to go through ups and downs.
*I really want to start class. I've been out of school for too long.
*Too bad I'm an immigrant and can't legally work.

Working on being twenty,

TB