Por Fin

Jueves: The last normal day of Spanish school

¡QUÉ ESPECTÁCULO!

I made it through Castellano and Historia just fine, Filosofia as well.

Then I got to TICS.
I just have too many memories there. All of those times that I stared out at those beautiful mountains? Thinking of the long ride ahead, changing families, events to come, holidays, and saying goodbye?
It took me many times to say goodbye to those mountains.
As well, Maria kept looking at me with sad eyes and telling me not to cry.
People, that helps nothing.
I made it through, however. I had to keep avoiding Pablo's eyes because he kept asking me if I was sad and I couldn't answer sanely. I couldn't take my eyes off of my mountains.
When the bell rang, I exploded in the hallway outside, but Paula was right there to collect me. We hid out on the stairs that lead up to the isolated biology lab on the sixth floor and breathed and Paula told me that all of my friends will still be here and that there are plenty of things to look forward to in the future and this is not the end by far.
How did I get so fortunate to meet her?

Once we were normal humans again, we headed back down a couple flights of stairs to meet up with our girls (Bianca, Sarah, Andrea, Olivia, etc) and I was trying to suck my emotions back in until Iván came bounding down the stairs in all of his perfection and Paula burst "Iván! Today was Morgan's last day in TICS!" and he attacked me with a gigantic and rather legitimate hug and the emotions poured out again and he asked me politely not to cry because then he would start crying too.
WHAT
And then we ended up spending a bit of recreo alone as well, having deep conversations about friends and the difference between being popular and being known, and he told me the majo-est things like to enjoy the little time I have here because I will regret it later if I don't and that I still have a wonderful life back at home to look forward to and cute things like this that you never expect out of a male figure in REAL life.

I talked with Pablers for a bit after that and then went to find Aisa and Maria and Paula for my very last recreo. I thought all of my tears were gone when Iván put me on my feet again, but that was a lie. I can generally contain myself but today? I don't have the strength to quit.
Aisa braided my hair and Paula told me over and over how beautiful I am and what a perfect person I am.
I don't know how I will tell these people how absolutley much I love them and what they've done in my life, especially Paula and Pablers.

My last Latin class came around like a meteorite. Marcial gave everybody their grades and then left the room. Celia and Eva began telling me how much they would miss me, and there I went crying again.
I give up on self-containment.
A beautiful friend last year taught me that it's okay to wear your heart on your sleeve sometime because the worst thing that it can ever prove is that you really are human.
Marcial came back in to see my sobbing and everyone told him that it was because I had to leave so soon, and he got all sad and told me what a pleasure it was to have met me and he told me to have good luck in my life and all of the sappiest things he could think of, I'm convinced. It took all of my strength to stitch myself together and give him my Latin books back and thank him graciously. I walked away with that awful burning feeling in your throat.
And then guess what happened?
Sweet, beautiful Celia gave me the pulsera that she always wears as we were walking to English.
Do I even have to say anything more?

My last class was English with dear Olga.
I remember all too well when Olivia and I could hardly wait for some refuge in English class. We could barely sit still waiting for the first class, and here we are, already through with the last.
I ended up thinking too long about this as I was sitting in class and more (yes more, it's safe to say I was super dehydrated after this schoolday) tears leaked out.
Olga noticed and said "Estás bien, Morrgahn?" rather loudly and the whole class knew in two seconds and then I had to try to contain myself again.
That awful throat burning, and OLGA trying to console me.

I was in one piece for lunch time, and then I went for a quick coffee with Olivia.
We sat at the BiCafe with this exact view (I was actually drinking té rojo) and Pablo had the nerve to tweet me this and get me all emotional again.
I don't understand what I'm going to do without this skinny little pest who lives to make fun of me.
He is one of the best friends I've ever had.



So after tomarring, Olivia and I went to the correo store because we have to send some stuff home. If we go over the weight for our checked bags, that could be an awkwardly expensive problem, ¿sabes?
Naturally I ended up carrying the cajas and looking slightly ridiculous, and after finally laughing it off, lo and behold, guess who we ran into?
None other than Iván and that Antón guy.
Iván asked if we had to live in the boxes now.
Yep.
That's exactly what is occurring.
I later took this opportunity to ask him to live with me.
He definitely loves me.

Soooo then Olivia and I headed back to my house to drop off the cajas, but it turned out that Iria, who was harboring the keys, was all the way down in the center of Porriño, so we had to wait and wait in the cold comfort of the rain for awhile until it got dark. Around 8'o clock we went to Porriño's very own Christmas carol show that which Tibi (host mom of Olivia) had several parts in. To our great pleasure, Pablers had a musical, tiny, little, adopted, Chinese sister singing as well, and we got to sit with him the whole time.

To cap off the night, I talked with my daddy for awhile after dinner, and went to bed. Wednesday night I didn't really sleep at all, I felt so sick with some kind of feeling I can't explain, but last night I slept like a baby. It helped to cry my life away a bit, it really did.




Viernes: The last few moments of Pino Manso

This is it. I saw the hallways, the speckled marble floors, the green desks, the brightly colored doors, and the beautiful mountains all for the last time today. I said my goodbyes and didn't let a tear slip. I'll never forget my first day when Lupe brought me, I'll never forget when Sara Nieto and Daisy Lane came right up to talk to the new girls. I'll never forget that blondie from Switzerland, who is so genuine and clever. I won't even forget the ridiculous blinds that take over all of the windows in the classrooms.
We got our grades, and I passed Greek with a 5, English with a 10, and almost science with a 4! I smiled at Sergito for the last time and listened to that obnoxious bell for the last time as well. I can hardly fathom the fact that I have to go back to Bedford and leave all of these people behind me.
We compared notes with all of our friends; Bianca, Adrián, Paula, Sara, the couple whos-names-I-can-never-remember-but-that-I've-known-since-the-first-day, and even Iván; and then that was it. I walked with Paula and Olivia slowly but steadily to the Argentino with Bianca and Leila, and my last day was ya está.
Tonight there is a big class dinner at 10:30pm and everyone is saliring por la noche afterwards. I have a pretty outfit and I will post lots of details and pictures later. I've been excited about this night for a while. Olivia is coming over an hour ahead of time to do my makeup, yipee!
Hasta luego ;)