Yes, I'm aware that I never write on my blog. And yes, I'm am aware that it has driven some of you to open other social networking sites in order too stalk me more thoroughly (father, that would be you.) I really do apologize, I just am so busy here and I feel guilty whenever I use the computer. Anyway, enough apologizing now for updating.
So I suppose that a months worth of details is a little much to write, I mean, it would be a novel. Basically to sum up about four weeks: at the beginning, there was a lot of homesickness and culture shock. Everyone told me that I was going to love the first two weeks because it would seem like a vacation and after it would start to go down hill. Okay, well, they were wrong. I really, really struggled my first two weeks (couldn't speak, confused constantly, didn't have friends, confused constantly, only one bathroom, confused constantly, cold , sick, tired, and confused constantly) then after that every week since has been better. I have finally reached the point where I am comfortable with my everyday life and I also understand the family's daily pattern (I think. There are many times I think I understand something, and then I am more than entirely wrong). For the benefit of you all I will tell you my rough schedule:
Monday- Friday: Everyday (supposedly) I go to school from 7 am until noon. The truth is that i have yet to go to five days of school in a row therefore the whole Monday- Friday thing is a little wishy-washy.
Also everyday, I eat lunch with my two host siblings, Gonzalo, 17, and Delfi, 15. My host father, Manicho, unsure of age, comes home at 12:30 to cook for us. (One day he couldn't come home and my host mom was so apologetic that I would have to figure out my own food situation. I've pretty much been preparing my own lunch since I was 12 so no sweat off my back.) We watch an hour of Friends everyday with lunch and its the one hour everyday that I get to understand jokes.
Monday, Wednesday: These are my busy days. I go to school, come home, eat lunch, get ready for PE, go to PE at 2:30, go directly to a traditional/aboriginal pottery class until 6, come home long enough to change and promptly head off to volleyball practice until 8, come home, shower, eat, laugh with family ect. Then, sleeeeep.
Tuesday, Thursday: These are what I call my traditional Argentine days. I come home from school and have a siesta, usually until around 4. Then I find someone who wants to drink mate with me, then I have a little bit of awkward "what should I do?" time before I go to volleyball practice with a different team starting at 8:30 (I don't anything even ends that late in the US on a weeknight, let alone start at 8:30) then I get home around 11, eat dinner, and then sleeeeep.
Weekends: These I still haven't really figured out. Obviously every weekend is different, and for some reason I feel the most homesick on the weekends. I think its because I am totally hectostressed that if I'm not constantly busy that I'm probably failing my exchange. Not true (right?). I think this will get easier the more I forget about trying to be a perfect exchange student.
