First Day of School

Wednesday was my first day of school, I don’t think I have ever been kissed this much. The students are very welcoming. To get to school mom says we have to walk through the Bolivian and Peruvian barrio. I can tell there is tension in her voice. She continues to say that the houses used to be abandon but now the Peruvians and the Bolivians took residence in them, she looks down at the dirty sidewalk and mentions how they don’t take good care of the area. After my first class I figured we changed classes like back home but here the teachers change rooms. They all stand before the teacher enters and sits once they the teacher says Buenos Dias. The teaching style is different here it’s a lot of lecturing. I’m an economics major in school. The bare classrooms don’t have heat and it is very cold. Everyone wanted to know where I came from, if I had been to Disney Land, if I drove, if I was an American cheerleader like they had seen on TV. It was quite entertaining to be honest. They all invited me to have lunch with them but I had to go to a Rotary meeting. I meet up with Thomas and walked across the city to old building near the Plaza de San Martin the city was really alive today as it was the first day back from the long weekend. The building was gorgeous on the inside, lined with a gold staircase. The Rotarians were all very sweet, they wanted to know all about life here so far. There was only other exchange student in the city and she is from Denmark, it was her seventeenth birthday. I was surprised to see how little Spanish she spoke and she has been here for two weeks. I have only been here for five days and have learned so much!
¡Chao!