October 16th

Today is day one of three of the huelga.
Huelga = strike.
Strike = Spain's frequently-occuring attempt at bringing justice to the school system.
Side note: Did you know that these people don't pay taxes for their public schools? And yet my school here still manages to be more pleasant than Bedford?.....

So only about half of the people in all of my classes showed up, which opened wide the door of opportunity to interract with my Spanish peers.
Let´s start with TICS (computer science).
I always have TICS first thing on Tuesdays.
TICS Tuesdays.
Well, in TICS I now have two new friends. Best friends. Mejores amigos. Pablo and Iván.
They both fill the Spanish quota you are all hoping for: tall, dark, and handsome.
Another side note: There are no blondes here. None. Nada. Nadie. Zip.
Pablo and Ivan like to pick on me and make fun of my very American accent (in a loving and playful way, I restfully assure you). Usually, I ignore them or smile awkwardly because I don´t know how to say "shut up" in Spanish, but today I forgot that it is required of me to speak Spanish here, and I said "Can I help you?" extremely sarcastically, as if I might say to a pesty English-speaking person.
Pablo and Ivan thought this was the best joke in the world.
They were snorting up a storm and repeating over and over "Cahn I eh-help you?".
Mejores amigos.
Then, Pablo decided to Google-Maps my town and I showed him the school website and tried to explain Big Ball.
Curse you, Bedford, for posting pictures of Big Ball on the front page.
I don't even know how to explain it in English.
Everyone was quite intrigued by our 56 different gymnasiums and even Brais (asked him where TICS was on the first day and never spoke to him again) ambled over to have a look.
If you can't tell, only boys take computer science here.