Exam I + Flower Power = Fracaso Epico

quick updates...
new obsession: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eE_RBQYF0lU
Catalan isn't as close to spanish as i wouldn't liked...

Abroad Advisory:
There are two kinds of americans that come to spain... those that stick only with other Americans, and those that are disgusted by the former. I, however, have taken a skewed approach. There are catalunyans ill never be able to meet again, and there are americans ill never be able to meet again. My conjecture: don't hate, hit the bottom of the bottle with everyone.

Exciting News:
Through the likes of Cristen Callan, i have stumbled into a group of Boston College students at UPF... So i am now walking the line in between IES kids and BC kids...
perhaps even transfering next year (hota-kah)

With this fabulous group I trekked to Tarragona, the cite of ancient roman ruins. Unbeknownst to most, Barcelona was actually founded by the Romans as 'Barcino' nearly a milenia ago.
The weather at Tarragona was phenomenal, and the Mediterranean simply looks like other ocean... who knew? Me and the guys also birthed a new fashion trend: roll up jeans halfway to the calf...

It was quite a trek to the beach from the train station; lets just say it was a stroll down a mountains slope covered with ramas y piedra.

Storytime:
So I accompanied the BC to a party themed 'Flower Power' (aka 1960s America). My getup: rainbow gloves, rainbow headband, aviators, double-popped collar (red and brown). There really was know purpose to the double-pop, other than to assimilate to SAE culture as quickly as possible...

I go into this fiesta knowing i had an exam the next day at 9 AM, knowing it was wreckless; yet knowing far more confidently that the night would be memorable. So we pregame at BC location I. After which we all pop into the 'Discoteque,'with a lovely buzz. We proceed to dance until 5 in the morning.

Note: All of these clubs are legit... light shows, great bars, dancers peppered all over the drunken maddess, and the perfect blend of American-Catalunya spirit.

Flashforward: its 8:15 AM... ring ring. I get up in a daze and catch the metro to school. I start taking the exam, trying to read as hard as I possibly could, trying to remember irregulars as best i could, but it was like every time i nearly understood the questions, the subs from the night before would blast a wall of lyrical shrapnel through my mind, obliterating any traces of the answers. To this day, I still don't recall a single question from the test.

But i managed to crawl my way through the minefield of chart-toppers, and after an hour, i had answered everything. I had 30 minutes to check my work, but first i needed a break. I went to the bathroom (similar to a closet) and locked the door. Then i opted to turn off the lights ...bad idea... 5 minutes later i turned them back on but everything changed. It was as if god himself had prepared a sleeping arrangement on the ground. So I deviously, layed down on the floor, and flew away on the back of Mother Goose before my head hit the ground.
I woke up to the my cell phone ringing...
'dude, where the hell did go...'
'Uh, idk, the bathroom...'
'What!? the teacher just took your test and left'
'What time is it?'
'10:35'
'(explicative)'

Now, while i was still on the bathroom, i thought to myself, if just for a moment, was it worth it, at which point i closed my eyes and returned a world blowing up in the rays of adagio ecstasy.

Was it work it? Abso-fuckin-lutely.