The Day that I just wanted to Leave

So, speaking of hell week, Wednesday was a hell day. You see, there are very few things that I dislike about Spain, and those few things just happened to ALL occur on Wednesday. Let´s begin.
Well, I woke up after a shallow night´s sleep due to stress and the heat. I woke up to my alarm at 6am. I was not a pleased. I had bought myself a tuna sandwich and an iced tea the night before so I could eat a hearty, protein-filled breakfast. Once ready and out the door (it was dark out still, btw), I looked to see that my iced tea had been opened. María del Mar had gotten home late and drank some of my iced tea the night before. I love María del Mar, but she tends to disrespect us like that sometimes. I hate when people do that. I took that as a bad omen. I then got to the University after a surprisingly nice walk (Sevilla is really nice in the early morning...the weather was gorgeous) and sat on a bench outside of our testing room to go over my notes. This was the first exam that I would take with Spanish students (not early, on the actual exam date) and let me tell you, taking exams with the Spanish is silly. First of all, they all sat outside chatting about their studies and talking about what they studied. Turns out they all only studied the units that they´d thought would be on the exam according to people who had taken the class the year before. I mean, come on, it´s only 8 movies with pretty clear units accompanying them, it´s really not too hard to study...I only needed to devote a day to it, really. I tell ya, the Spanish, when it comes to studying, are extremely A.D.D. Let me give you a couple examples aside from the one I just gave: the Sala de estudios. The place in Nervión. Full of Spanish students studying, but they all get up and move around and talk on the phone every two seconds. They just can´t sit still and study for a decent amount of time. Example 2: María del Mar. She´s a masters student in tax law. Everyday she talks about how much studying she does or has done. I´ve been home when she´s "studying" which basically involves her opening her books, looking at her books for about 10 minutes, then making a thousand phone calls, text messages, then eating, then at lunch talking about all of her studying, then after lunch she sits in front of the TV for about an hour, then takes a nap. What?? I don´t call that studying, María del Mar. Anyways, A.D.D. Spanish students. So then we all went into the exam room(s) (our class is large, so they split us into 2 rooms). Our exam wasn´t run by our professor, but by two random proctors who talked on their cell phones during our exam. What is with this country? Anyways, we were given blank sheets of paper and the proctors read our 2 exam questions. After each question everyone reacted vocally with either a, "¡No!" (like they didn´t study that unit that was tested), or "¡Sí!" (like they did study). I can´t believe these people. They had to be hushed by the proctors. I remember reacting to exams like that in 5th grade...how old are we, here, people? The questions were super easy: 1-Describe film noir, 2-Analyze The Battleship Potemkin. Easy. I definitely studied sufficiently. I for sure passed, no doubt. A lot of the students left pretty quickly--probably because they didn´t really study what was on the exam. Haha, that makes me feel pretty good. I ended up being the last one out of there (of course). So by 10:30 I had completed my 3rd exam. Sigh. Unfortunately, I was now done with all of my easiest exams...I had 2 hard ones to go. So I went straight to Starbucks...I was exhausted as hell and just wanted to sleep, but I just couldn´t do that. I had to study. So at Starbucks by the University I bought a latte and went to town on Lope and Iconografía. There were so many Americans there...not students, tourists. It´s so weird to hear tourists talking about seeing things in Sevilla. To me, Sevilla doesn´t seem like a good tourist spot, I mean, I feel like there´s not much to see. It´s more of a good place to live or hang around, I´d say. Anyways, at around 1 I walked home. As I walked out of Starbucks I noticed that it was swealteringly hot out. One of the hottest days of the year. So, let´s re-cap the stuff Lisa hates about Spain that have occurred thus far: lack of sleep, too much studying, an exam, obnoxious Spaniards, and terribly hot weather. Alright. Just when things couldn´t get any worse, the thing that I hate the most about Spain occurred. Remember back in January when I was kicked and pursued by a bum in los Remedios? And then remember in March when it happened again in los Remedios? Well, on Wednesday, it happened again. Same bum, los Remedios. I was on a narrow sidewalk full of people in broad daylight. I saw him walking in my direction and knew that it was inevitable. The sidewalk was full of people and at that point there was no escaping it. Well, like clockwork, he kicked me, but this time really hard and he bruised and skinned my left ankle pretty badly. I just can´t believe now that he´s only done it to me. The first two times I dismissed it as me being a girl or something, but this is just too weird now. I mean, the first time it happened I was with Stacey and he only pursued me. Then the second time, the street was full of people and he actually changed his path to come right towards me. This time the sidewalk was full of all sorts of people and he only kicked me. I feel like he´s got some sort of personal vendetta towards me and I can´t figure out why. I´m thinking that this guy is schizofrenic and I remind him of somebody from his past or something. I don´t know, but now I´m a bit concerned and have a skinned ankle. Seriously, the one thing that I hate most about Spain and makes me excited to get out are the crazy bums. I mean, they are really insane and are not afraid to come up to you and pester you. I get so nervous walking down the street alone in broad daylight. I am not going to miss that one bit. Ugh. Once home I took a much-needed shower to wash away my several layers of sweat. Then I was extra-tired, but couldn´t let myself go to sleep (I think I got about 3 good hours of sleep the night before). My eyes were twitching, that´s how tired I was. I was also flustered about my run-in with the bum...I feel like he´s out to get me in a way. Then, when I really thought that things couldn´t get worse, we had lunch. Lunch was literally one of the worst things that I have ever eaten. It started with gazpacho, which is good, but doesn´t really do much for me. Then she gave us this meat that looked and smelled weird. It was pork. My least favorite thing that Maruja makes is just plain old pork, and this was it. But I´m not a very picky eater, so even if something isn´t too great tasting I can still eat it. Well, I took one bite of this pork and gagged. The meat tasted weird and the sauce was absolutely nauseating. I panicked, I didn´t think that I´d be able to eat it. I couldn´t not eat it, though, but it was seriously painful to put it in my mouth. I thought I´d throw it up or something. So I manned up, and ate each of two pieces in two bites eat. It was painful to eat such large bites, but I just wanted to get it over and done with. Ugh. The only good part about the meal were the baked potatoes and the leftover salad from the previous day we were served. I guzzled so much water. For dessert we had honeydew and I ate that so fast so as to shield the disgusting taste in my mouth. You know how not picky I am about food, and to hear me say how gross it was proves just how gross it was. Ugggggghhhhh thinking about it makes me sick. After that terrible lunch I sat at my laptop and typed up the rest of my notes for Iconografía. My eyes were drooping. I then walked to the center. It was seriously unbearably hot out. I´m talking, I had a hard time breathing that´s how hot it was. One of the hottest days I´ve experienced here. In the center I printed my Iconografía notes and wrote up some of my Study Abroad End-of-Program Survey. Then Melissa and I left at around 6:30 to go to the Starbucks in los Remedios to study more. On the bridge a group of Spanish teenage guys walked by, and as one of them passed me he belched loudly, long, and obnoxiously right in my face. Another thing I hate about Spain: being completely disrespected. Seriously, that stuff happens. That shit don´t happen in my homeland where everyone speaks my damn language. Ugh, I´m sick of being treated like a low American by stupid, immature teenage boys. I was pissed off and yelled at him to fuck off. Okay, so let us re-cap again: lack of sleep, stress, too much studying, waking up early, disrespected by housemate, exam, obnoxious Spanish students, tired, more studying, hot-as-hell weather, insane bums, disgusting pork, disrespectful teenagers, and soon back to Starbucks for more studying. Yeah, needless to say that I just wanted to go home at that point. I felt better once at Starbucks and I had guzzled a medium green tea and blasted Dave Matthews Band while studying Iconografía. I got a lot done there, actually. Then Stacey walked in telling me that she had found a book that we have to read for Lope that has basically been impossible to find. I looked at it, and it´s over 200 pages long. I can´t start it until after my Iconografía exam, AND I have to study my notes for Lope. So, needless to say, I have a ton of shit to do this coming weekend even though I only have that one exam to study for. Despite all of the preliminary studying I´ve done for Lope already, I still have a shitton more to do. Somebody make my hell end. So that added a new layer of stress to my day. Luckily that was the end of my woes. I walked home for dinner at 9:15 which wasn´t too bad: green beans, potatoes, and onions cooked in olive oil, then grilled ham n cheese sandwiches. For dessert, more delicious honeydew. After dinner I went back to the bedroom and studied Iconografía, then intended to blog but was just too tired and passed out at around midnight. Thank god that day ended. I just wanted to go home all day.