well, everyone warned me these days would come. the days when you want nothing more than to be home.
i heard someone say that when you study abroad all of your emotions are multiplied 10 times. your highs are really high (last few blog entries as you might have noticed) and your lows… well, they´re really low. they were so right!
the past 24 hours, i think it is safe to say that not much more could have gone wrong. here´s a few highlights:
– left my $50 flash drive in the computer at the internet cafe. of course when I went back someone had stolen it already.
– had a huge ordeal with my host family over transportation, which was the most frustrated i have been with my family yet. they were being pretty ridiculous. it´s a long story that i´ll spare you from.
– another incident involving a good guy friend here saying something to me that i did not appreciate, another long story
– having a very long and frusterating meeting and having to ride the bus home in the dark as a result of long-winded individuals while men are trying to take my picture with their camera phone and i am trying to hide my face as much as possible
– cell phone issues (to hard to explain)
– classes feeling way over my head. i even screwed up my tejido project majorly today. good grief how can you screw up weaving. the teacher kept saying, i don´t know how you messed up so bad. nice.
– and the icing on the cake, worth telling the long version. this afternoon i was so fed up and so frustrated that i just really wanted to have a good cry. i needed to go home or call my family or something. but i couldn´t because kara and i had a lunch meeting with a lady from our church right after class. we rode the bus to meet her. every time you ride a bus here, somebody comes on trying to sell something. well today, of all days, i got on the bus trying to literally hold back the tears, and onto the bus walks the most ridiculous looking clown i have every seen. huge shoes, red nose, wig, the whole nine yards. keep in mind that the bus is filled with like middle-aged men. unfortunately i happened to be sitting towards the front and he instantly spotted me as a foreigner. he started asked me were i was from. england? italy? germany? to which i could not answer. I was so not in the mood for this. He kept asking me questions loud enough for the bus to hear, throwing in jokes i couldn´t understand and everybody was laughing at me. it was so awful that i began to laugh and cry hysterically at the same time. it must have been quite a sight. i was literally sobbing and laughing so hard my sides hurt. of course this didnt´help the situation. this just drew more attention to me, but my emotions were uncontrollable. i mean how many times when you are having the worst day of your life do you get publicly ridiculed by a clown on a bus? he then proceeded to whip out a HUGE pair of granny panties and sniff them shouting QUE RICO! of course, when he had finally finished his schpeel and started to ask people for donations, i was his #1 solicitation because he thought that i was just crying because i thought he was funny and surely i should give him some money if i laughed THAT hard. ugh. i don´t like clowns anymore.
please keep me in your prayers today if you have a chance. i could use it!