So I realized that I still haven't told a lot of you much about my new school, that I've attended for three weeks now. I've had a whole whopping 9 days of class and haven't told you about it yet! How awful.
Here's the down low. I go to Barcelona International College or BIC. It is located on Calle Diputación just a few blocks away from the Arenas of Barcelona. Pictures!
This is the balcony at school. We try to avoid it at rush hour...as not to get trampled by other international students.
And this is the entrance into my school. It's very Men in Black. And no, I don't know that girl.
My school, BIC, is actually housed with a huge language school called Enforex. They are very highly regarded in the language learning community. I do not go there, but I do use their language books. (Actually, that's not even true. I have a couple of their books but I have yet to open them.)
There are 5 other students besides myself who attend BIC. Elena, Gabrieal, Lynzee, Olivia, and Ryan (In alphabetical order) The rest of them all live in the same apartment complex just a couple of blocks away from my homestay. Because of this, we all see each other more than my mother and I saw each other when I lived in her house. And we all have class together!!! Wooo family time :-) But really, they are wonderful and I can't imagine life in Barcelona without the crazy kids.
I am currently taking three classes for twelve credits. Which is the easiest term I've had...since I started college. It's a nice little breather from the chaos that is North Central College. My first class, "Great Artists of the 20th Century: Dalí, Picasso, and Miró" is really interesting. I get to go to the Picasso museum next week here in Barcelona. I get to walk around the city where he used to live! And the other day I saw a five year old kid wearing a tee shirt with Dalí's mustache on it. Epic. My Spanish class is 6 credits so I have it every day for an hour and forty minutes...or something like that. I had the best professor in the world for a very short 3 weeks, and now she is moving on to bigger and better things. I'm talking about you, Verónica. But that's okay, because now we can go out and have coffee and talk about men. And my final class is taught by a magnificently intelligent, and incredibly humble Fulbright scholar. My civilization and culture class is incredibly interesting and we talk about all different facets of the history of the nation, and the relations between Catalunya and the rest of Spain. (If you don't know about the movement for Catalunyan independence, go read BBC news online or something like that.) But in short, my classes are great, and I have some marvelous professors that I wish I could take back to the states with me. But since that isn't likely to happen, I'll just have to relish in the moments I have with them.
To top it off, we have some of the best program directors ever. Rich, the guy in charge, is actually from the Chicago suburbs. Which is wonderful for me to be able to talk about Portillos, Emmanuel, and Lou Malnati's being better than Giordanos. Elizabeth, the intern who is ever sweet but secretly snarky. Laura, full of information and Spanish blood. Elena, coordinator of all things awesome. And Graham, skater dude/paparazzi who may or may not actually work there.
I'm pretty much in love with my school and all of the people there. So thank you again to all of the people who got me here, whether it be a monetary donation, prayers, or encouragement. It means a lot to me to have people who love me enough to let me go across the world with the risk that I may never come back ;-) Just kidding, I'll come back when Roz has her first child.
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