Compeneros

I know I need to write about my journey up north, but I don’t have the motivation right now. I’d rather write you about my classmates. This year I changed classes; I wanted to study in the social studies sector of the school. It offered a class about history of the Argentine culture witch I knew I would only have the opportunity to study here. My new classmates are truly amazing! Last year my class was very divided within the group, and sort of cold. I still have my friends from the old class but each morning I can’t wait to go to school just to see my new compeñeros (classmates). We drink mate in each class; often between classes we the play the acoustic guitar and all sing a long. The Beatles always seem to be a hit, after all who doesn’t know we all live in a yellow submarine or here comes the sun. After school we get together at each others houses to have mate and criollos (a type of bread). They are all very unique, outgoing, and always
manage to bring a smile to my face. Gonzo the talented musician, reins over everyone with his height, he constantly loves to say random phrases in English; often vulgar that he learns from television. Juaco whose head is made up of dreadlocks is a talented artist even though he tries to hide it. Today I was feeling a little down and he came into the class shouting Baruk Baruk (Brooke) chocolate or vanilla he had bought to candy bars one for each of us. Juli is a an amazing dancer it reads as she walks. Fran is quite, an intellectual; he is going off to Germany next year to study. Ema, plays tennis he also offers great hugs. ¿Hey Che donde esta el mate? (hey where’s the mate?) That would be Javier who is always keeping track of who gets the next mate. I could talk for hours about the 30 of us and our adventures; but I’m sure I will bore you to death. For now I’m enjoying the little time we have together; and dreading the moment I will have to say
goodbye.