Uncool

So today kind of got off to a bad start. We got up to eat breakfast at 7:30, and we were supposed to leave for Seville by bus at 8:00. We were supposed to leave our big suitcases in a room and take a smaller suitcase with us (because we’re coming back to Madrid in 5 days). Anyway, after breakfast, Esther and I went up to our room to get all of our bags. We were on the 6th floor and the elevator was soooooo small. Once we got to the bottom floor, Esther and the other lady in the elevator made it out, but I couldn’t get out in time with all of my luggage. The door closed on me, and it didn’t even stop for my arm. It went all the way up to the 5th floor and took forever to get back down. I made it out finally. Then I had to get in a different elevator on the other side of the hotel to go to the 5th floor which was where the room was to store our suitcases. The security guard gave me the key to the room, and when I got up there, I couldn’t find the room. It was a labyrinth. Finally, I found it, and of course, the key didn’t work. I had to go down the slow elevator with all of my luggage again. Our professor was down there telling me, “Let’s go. Let’s go!” So I got a different key and went up the stinkin’ elevator again, and I ran back down the stairs. I was the freakin’ last one on the bus, holding it up. People were probably so mad at me. I had to walk all the way to the back of the bus, and nobody would let me sit next to them. Almost everybody had their own 2 seats. I felt like the new kid in town on the first day of school on the bus….or like Forest Gump: “This seat’s taken.” I mean, I actually asked some people if I could sit with them, and they literally said, “No, sorry.” Dude, I know everybody wants 2 seats for themselves, but if someone asked me if they could sit by me, I would never say no. The seats recline nicely, so it’s still possible to sleep. Anyway, I ended up sitting in the very back in the seat right against the back wall (thanks to two ladies that hesitantly moved toward the windows on each side of the seat I was sitting in)…that didn’t recline. I was extremely upset, thinking of what happened, and how tired I was, and how I wouldn’t be able to sleep on the 7-hour journey. I wanted to cry, and I didn’t want to speak to anybody because I knew I would start crying if I did….what a baby. Well, the professor then announced that he had a surprise for us….we weren’t going by bus to the city, we were going by high-speed train instead, which would only take 2 hrs. and 40 mins. I was very glad, but when we arrived to the station, he announced that we only had 10 mins. to catch the train. Oh geeze….then it would be my fault if we missed the train. But we made it barely. So here I am on the train, writing this and watching PS I Love You. I’m pretty upset about the whole thing, but I’ve calmed down a little. I just don’t like to draw attention to myself, especially negative attention. This movie is really sad by the way.
Sorry for the long story. It probably wouldn’t be a big deal to many people, but it was to me. I’m embarrassed by things like this, and then I think everybody hates me.
It was my birthday yesterday. Nobody knew until 10:00 PM right after dinner when someone asked me how old I was. Birthdays aren’t really that special anyway anymore to me, but it is nice to be with somebody on your birthday who knows that it’s your birthday at least.
The end.