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29.9.10

September 29th, 2010. The day of the Strike.


Hey all,
I'm gonna tell you about what happened today... with my day and the strike and such.
A little basic info: the strike is actually about business budget cuts. It doesn't have anything to do with retirement OR teachers at all. The teachers work for the government. A lot of exchange students said they didn't even go to school. There was very, very, very few people at school today. The majority of my teachers didn't show up. I ended up in a classroom with random other students, the library, or in a class by myself. None of my classmates in my course showed up. NONE. The only teachers that showed up were my Castella, English, Music, and P.E. teacher. My Valenciana, Etiquette, and Geography teachers didn't show up. My English teacher talked to me about the strike and I guess the teachers that didn't show up were just supporting the business people. Maybe they are their kin? I'm not sure. In my P.E. class, my teacher asked me if I was the only one, and when I said yes he said, "Did you actually want to do something?" It was as if he expected me to say, "No, I'm just gonna go out and smoke like the other kids." PFFT. We played some intense Ping Pong! It was pretty fun, actually. When he said it was an Olympic sport, I wanted to say, "AND LACROSSE STILL ISN'T! UGH!" But I just smiled and told him my city was famous for the Olympic held games there before. 
In my music class, there were two other students from another course. (That's one of the classes we get other students in.) They were really into me, I think. They actually tried to make conversation with me. My teacher started talking to me too! He asked me where I was from and I told him America. He asked me what part I was from, and I told him Utah. He looked it up on Google Maps on his computer, so it showed up on the projector. I directed him to my city, my street and even the photo of my house. My dad was outside mowing the lawn! It was funny because I said, "My father!" and we all had a good laugh.
Today turned out to be better than I thought it would. I really need to shower, I'm pretty sure I haven't actually showered in two days. Please don't think that's normal in Spain, I'm just a little weird sometimes.
Hip-hop, like I said, is really popular here, and I'm starting to really like it.
Here is my favorite hip-hop artist and a song that makes me want to cry. 


Jeremih "Sunshine"


http://youtube.com/watch?v=RKr6HHS2gFI


Ah, some great news now! My eyes are doing much better. I got eye drops, and have been putting them in. I don't have any facial cream to get rid of the red, itchy, dry skin around my eyes, but I'm using hand cream and it's helping it along, I suppose. My goal is to be back in contacts by Halloween.
The boys just got home from school, and so I better go sit upstairs.


Until I post again,
Your indiequeen. :]

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