One of those crazy reasons I love this country
So, I managed to catch a cold and get myself good and sick. This is, of course, nothing new. And, as my dear friends (because clearly no creepy 16 year olds are reading this and stealing my entries again......right????), you all know that when I get sick, I end up in bed for days.
So anyways, at SAS I always was terrified about missing days because the amount of work they managed to assign when I was sick always seemed like a craaazy mountain of work. And at Mary Wash I felt like I could take time, but not too much. Like, missing a week of class because my heart went wonky from a cold seemed ridiculous.
So this morning I felt better than I have all week (not good, mind you, just better) so I go to class. I need to turn in paperwork for housing payments, and I figure I can get the classwork I missed this week and do it over the weekend, plus talk to Itzi, my Basque culture teacher, about not doing the tour tomorrow. Well, at the gates of the school, I run into Bego. Now, let me describe a little bit about how I felt at this point. I had dragged myself out of bed, but felt okay by the walk to the metro. By the time I'm 2 stops into my ride (of about 10) I feel like shit. I call Mal and tell him I need to get to class, so meet me at Deusto and just don't let me stop moving. So he doesn't. I feel like crap, but know I need to get to class. We run into Bego, who asks me how I'm feeling. Well, not great. So I say that. And then, the most amazing thing happened:
She yelled at me.
Like, finger waving, "What the hell are you doing here go home and rest!!!!!!" kind of yelled at me. I got yelled at for going to class. And then I turned in my paperwork, and Itzi asked why I was in school....so I just held up the paperwork. Her reaction was so funny, "No. No, I don't believe it. I don't believe you did that. No. You could have turned it in later!" (Ok, but in my defence, the sheet said turning it in late would cause a 10% fee per week....125 Euros per week. Nope. Not gonna do it. Not if I can get to school.) And then both of them said that if they got any hint of me not feeling good, I was going home. No ifs, ands, or buts. Just home.
So now, here I am. Not home, but in Mal's room. It was closer and I didn't feel like making that metro ride again and he made me take his keys and promise to come here if I needed to leave, since nobody's at my house either. So here I am following my orders and resting. But resting with internet, so I feel I have triumphed over something, at least. I have a book (Matilda) and internet. I have already read every issue of Hola! in the house, and there's only so much nuked spaghetti a girl can eat (especially when her appetite = 0). So I am here, with lentils and fish and apples, and eggs and toast, and I am resting. And all because this country actually values health and well-being over personal advancement and day-to-day class work. Woo freaking hoo. I love it.
And on a completely different note, and not to jinx things or anything, but holy crap. We always dreamed of the day Taylor would be a rockstar and fly out to visit me (that was the whole point of being a rockstar, to have enough money to come visit) but it's creeping me out how much it seems like that's where things are going for him. I'm so damn proud of my boy!
[EDIT] Things get even better. They let my boyfriend go home early to take care of me, since I'm holed up in his apartment. I <3 Spain!
So anyways, at SAS I always was terrified about missing days because the amount of work they managed to assign when I was sick always seemed like a craaazy mountain of work. And at Mary Wash I felt like I could take time, but not too much. Like, missing a week of class because my heart went wonky from a cold seemed ridiculous.
So this morning I felt better than I have all week (not good, mind you, just better) so I go to class. I need to turn in paperwork for housing payments, and I figure I can get the classwork I missed this week and do it over the weekend, plus talk to Itzi, my Basque culture teacher, about not doing the tour tomorrow. Well, at the gates of the school, I run into Bego. Now, let me describe a little bit about how I felt at this point. I had dragged myself out of bed, but felt okay by the walk to the metro. By the time I'm 2 stops into my ride (of about 10) I feel like shit. I call Mal and tell him I need to get to class, so meet me at Deusto and just don't let me stop moving. So he doesn't. I feel like crap, but know I need to get to class. We run into Bego, who asks me how I'm feeling. Well, not great. So I say that. And then, the most amazing thing happened:
She yelled at me.
Like, finger waving, "What the hell are you doing here go home and rest!!!!!!" kind of yelled at me. I got yelled at for going to class. And then I turned in my paperwork, and Itzi asked why I was in school....so I just held up the paperwork. Her reaction was so funny, "No. No, I don't believe it. I don't believe you did that. No. You could have turned it in later!" (Ok, but in my defence, the sheet said turning it in late would cause a 10% fee per week....125 Euros per week. Nope. Not gonna do it. Not if I can get to school.) And then both of them said that if they got any hint of me not feeling good, I was going home. No ifs, ands, or buts. Just home.
So now, here I am. Not home, but in Mal's room. It was closer and I didn't feel like making that metro ride again and he made me take his keys and promise to come here if I needed to leave, since nobody's at my house either. So here I am following my orders and resting. But resting with internet, so I feel I have triumphed over something, at least. I have a book (Matilda) and internet. I have already read every issue of Hola! in the house, and there's only so much nuked spaghetti a girl can eat (especially when her appetite = 0). So I am here, with lentils and fish and apples, and eggs and toast, and I am resting. And all because this country actually values health and well-being over personal advancement and day-to-day class work. Woo freaking hoo. I love it.
And on a completely different note, and not to jinx things or anything, but holy crap. We always dreamed of the day Taylor would be a rockstar and fly out to visit me (that was the whole point of being a rockstar, to have enough money to come visit) but it's creeping me out how much it seems like that's where things are going for him. I'm so damn proud of my boy!
[EDIT] Things get even better. They let my boyfriend go home early to take care of me, since I'm holed up in his apartment. I <3 Spain!