Week 1 and 2... just like the Godfather needs to be read together lol

Week 1
Oh lord!!! This week was really exciting. Well first than everything, I been struggling with jet lag and sleeping on time and waking up on time (hope that everything it will go to normality before I become a crazy lady). First day of classes was nothing of what I expected. I went to get register because I was not register... uuugggh! got my ID school card, awful pic! what’s wrong with those machines? Why no one has invented a machine that takes beautiful picture in any circumstances? Fuck trying to conquest the universe, I demand a good picture in my id. After my horrible picture taken, I decided to continue with my paper-work journey. I went to a computer to register all my personal information, so i could get Internet in my dorm room (because this school is not as modern as Brock and no wireless) anyhow! I did that and they gave me the awful news that I was not getting Internet until Wednesday, sucks to be me! I went to the International office, obviously at the point I'm lost in space and time.... I was just buzzing around, yeah buzzing, after all that's what bees do buzz around... I'm a bee (see what happened when i don't sleep I become annoying animals) when I manage to find the international office I was so happy and wait, sitting on really comfy chairs. Sadly that small waiting room was not for the international office but for another office, which a kind Scottish lady told me that i just need to go in to the international office. This things only happen to me. Talk to Debbie a nice international exchange administrator something... lalala! she gave a map and a reusable rain cape. I just look like “why would i need a rain cape”, however, after i got out of that office I was able to proof to myself that I need it the cape. I went to register to my classes, Im taking Film theory goes to the movies, MMIC (no idea wats the name of this class but is about music and youth cultures), Mega events, and Scottish popular culture. Really niiiiiice! I like my professors, really cool and they say that I have a nice accent. Speaking on accents, I DONT UNDERSTAND SCOTTISH ACCENT.... but I think they dont understand me either. After I register to my classes, I was too exhausted but I got to go to do my shopping.
I LOVE SHOPPING!! but not in Pounds.
I went looking for my essentials, cutting board, and everything!!! Went to this store called Sainsbury and bought mangoes, limes, apples, tangerines, lettuce, tomatoes (soooooo expensive), and bread and pita breads and the fatting margarine (really disgusting) and yeah!! I was hungry!!! After that busy day, I got home and i ate like a pig... yeah a pig.
... Ok i started to write this but is already the second week and so much to say.
Classes
well Im taking really interesting classes!!!
Film theory goes to the movies... really cool class and pretty much everything that is been taught i already learned in my Film class but really nice movies. I watched the first week Spellbound by Hitchcock. In addition to the screening we are suppose to watch one movie on our own . I watch Casablanca and Rebecca!!!. The second week I watch Zulu!!! really loooooong movie and some nice moments but for me there was no relevance or anything interesting in that movie. And my choice of movie to watch was Where eagles dare.. really boring :(.
My other class is Mega Events, Spectacle and Identity, I missed the first week seminar and there are no lectures (only a blog with recordings and the readings). I think is quite challenging to learn this way, specially because I don't used Internet to study but to entertain myself. In this class I met an American-Boricua girl, who is really funny and understand how i feel been the only Latino in Scotland.
I have this amazing professor Douglas Chalmers, and he teaches Scotland, Media and National Identity. He is always late for classes but he seems to know a lot about Scot National identity and he is always helpful and willing to help <3!!! and he is learning Spanish lol.
Finally I'm taking Music: Media, Identity, Cultures... Its ok but is like really repetitive and nothing new. Somehow I realized that I actually learned from T. Cox class. However, I enjoy listening to my professor to rant on the music industry and the crap music that is been produced.
Finally this are all my classes, not bad but not the best, keeps me entertained while I'm here and tons of movie I have watch. The classrooms are really shitty and makes me appreciate Brock’s classroom.

Other highlights of my adventure are:
taking the small subway to get to the Latino Shop (Lupe Pinto’s) got tortillas and beans !!!!!
The city is beautiful and I love the culture and people. Got to this flea market called BArras. Oh lord !!! that was amazing, it made me feel in Mexico’s market <3!!
Going to walkabout bar!!! meet new international students and have good conversations and loving the fact that Im the only latino and people seem to be interested in my culture.
Loving my roommates always willing to listen me rant of how much i miss Canada and the weather. Watching my German roomies preparing “noodles” and learning how to cook.

Suddenly I have realized that I have so much to say and not enough space. Just want to say that I'm finding my way here and that everything is been amazing. This experience is teaching me a lot about me.
I have learned that i can cook!! and that toast is amazing <3!!
That having an amazing boyfriend that is there for you. When i feel down and need it of a nice smile and sweet words, he is there for me. Thank u Brian!!
Finally I realized that my family is fucking awesome and that Im so lucky to have my mother and that I missed her cooking :(
Love for y’all,
Cynthia!!!

DAY 1

Saying goodbye to my family is the hardest thing I have done in my life. Im a Latino girl so it is obvious that I am really attach to my family and wherever I go they go. However, I decided to go abroad to study a semester (140 days!!!). Finally the day was here and i saw myself at the airport crying like a river and hugging my family and my friends. But I knew I got to do this, so I just started to walk towards the gate and knowing to don’t turn back because if I did that I knew I will never get in that plane. Sitting for 2 hours by myself help me to calm myself and realized that I need to be mature and brave because no one else is going to be with me to solve my problems and also that no one is going to do my laundry (uuuugh hate it). Fancy plane, I got seated right next to the emergency exit, thats good so in case an emergency I will pulled a “George Constanza” and open the door and leave everyone behind LOL! . At this moment the plane was taking off and I was feeling tired and hungry (awful combination in me), thank to all the gods in heaven a fancy lady approach me with a tray of food and said to me “oh! did you order special food”. Yeah, everyone i did ordered special food. If anyone knows something about me is that Im vegetarian, I was looking forward to what I got, sadly was not a salad or a delicious veggie burger (yum yum). I was given a strange thing with green beans and red peppers with dressing (damn it! I hate dressing). I open my other option that had rice and curry lentils (quite tasty, I must say!!) and a really hard bun (I could actually used that bun as a weapon, I dont understand why they do all that inspection before passengers get in the plane, when the real danger comes disguise as a bun, oh lord!) After my airplane food, I found the most comfortable position to sleep, i covered myself with a small and thing blanket, but hey no complains. Dont know how long I sleep but well when i woke up, it was breakfast time, awesome!! I was excited and wishing that i was going to have some eggs but sadly I was having a bagel... hold on! a hard cold bagel, WHAT!! this is not breakfast!!!! I looked to the lady like if i was demanding her to bring the eggs and tortillas now! anyhow, at this moment I was not hungry so I did not had that crappy breakfast. I decided to watch some TV shows from the small screen that was right in front of me. I watch two and half men, The big bang theory and Sex and the City!!!(Loooove it), just in the middle of Sex and the City episode the captain decided to interrupt it to inform to passengers that we were arriving to London, wooopie! Finally landed I walk towards the signs that says flight connections. The airport is nothing like the Toronto, is kinda old and cold. Finally, I checked where i was (terminal 3) and i need it to be in (terminal 1) [ yeah! i was having those moments when you stand in front of map and says you are here, and there is another sign that says you should be here] so i panic for moment but i continue walking so no one notice that i was lost. Finally i saw a sign that says to terminal 1, oh lord! i was ready to drop my bag and thank to god and kiss the sign! but i did not did it, dont worry about it. got in a fancy talking bus(well it had a mini television that informed me about stuff) finally took me to Terminal 1! yeah! continue following the signs and i found that i was going to one inspection, fill out the papers that the huge sign indicated and made a line, thank god! there were 2 kind Canadian ladies that help me. I finally got called and they ask me where I was going and why i was going there. I answered with my professional English. The man looked at me and say “you are not Canadian, Where are you from?” I answered “Mexican” and that when he told me about his amazing trip to Cancun, I just smiled to him and he said to me that the same smile that he remembered from Mexicans. He told me to continue and have a safe trip. So i did, I finally continue following the signs and i got to put again my carry on bag to inspection yeah again! while i was there i witness that 2 bags where set apart and the people where called apart (pheeeew! it was not me) I was allowed to continue. At this point, I was getting annoyed that everyone was saying that Frederick Joseph, my hippo stuffed animal was the cutest thing they have seen, some they even touch it, making me angry because they were taking the smell off it. anyhow!! i continue walking towards the gate, and oh lord! i was shocked, English people are consumer driven people. I was disgusted that while i was crossing through the airport it was set as a shopping mall. It was like i was shopping at the Eaton Center and not that i was at the airport... I passed again through another gate and another inspection to my papers, never in my life not even in USA, my papers where checked that many times. I finally found my gate and took a nap! when i woke up, it was boarding time and when i got to the plane it was packed. I got to my seat and passed out again, I was really tired. When I woke up, the plan was landing and I was already in Glasgow. I made it. Got out and walk to get my huge bags, I waited in a place and then i read the sign that it said if i checked in my bags in a international airport i was suppose to go to a special room. I panic and run to the special room. When I got to the room, my bags where just coming out and i start to warming up because i was ready to lift my bags lol. I put it in the cart (which did not cost me nothing) and went out to Glasgow. I went to a taxi driver and asked him how much it will cost me to go to the Caledonian Court he mumble something ( a ‘xcuse me moment) and i asked him to say it again and he says “oh your not from heeeire !!” lol well he said it was going to be 24 pounds and i jump in. Yeap! they drive on the other side of the road and I felt like if i was riding a weird roller coaster. anyhow! I got to the place and he waited for me until i sort it out my accommodation. I finally went to the security and they help me. Quite nice gentlemen, they help me and the joke, they said that they like my accent and I was going to be ok. I was happy and they assure me that they will assist me with everything. I got to my room, It is not small is not big either. Have a a small bed, and a closet, a sink (really weird), and a desk with a lamp. At this moment and i was ready to call my family and my significant other, to let them know i was ok. So I tried to connect to internet and seem is not working, decided to better call but no coins and i was hungry, so I walk to get change and food. I got some food that I ate so fast!!! made my calls and unpack. by this moment i realized that this is getting real. Im alone and by myself, sigh!~~~ Decided to watch Paper Heart and fell asleep. I woke up and crying I decide to write about my adventure. Im sure I will miss every person but there are no regrets in life. Everything happen for a reason and for a reason I am heeeire! And love everyone of you and I will always keep you in my heart