First Day of School

Yesterday was my first day of school.  The way the program works is slightly complicated.  We have to take at least one class at the international student school here, called ESCI.  The other classes we take can be through our actual program, CIEE, who hire professors specifically for the students in the program, which is nice.  Tuesday was my first class at ESCI, market research.  We had trouble finding it, naturally.  We get there and manage to find the classroom and in walk these students from around Europe wearing heels, fur, and red lipstick.  This just seems unnecessary to me.  I get the whole no sweatpants thing, but heels?  Really?  The professor then comes in and his accent is so thick I proceed to spend the next two hours of my life not understanding a single word that is said.  Great.  My hardest class and I can't understand a word that's being said; perfect.  Today was my spanish class at CIEE.  It wasn't really a class.  The teacher spoke completely in Spanish, which I may have to remind you, I have no previous experience in (besides one year when I was a freshman in high school which I think is void at this point).  The last half of class we played that game where there's a famous person on a sticky note on your forehead and you have to ask yes or no questions to find out who there are.  That was actually fun, so I don't think I'll mind this class.  There's about 10 of us in that class so if I don't make a single friend in there then I'm just hopeless I guess.  But regardless, our school is so pretty.  It's in a little avenue off a main road in Barcelona with cobble stone and in two gorgeous houses.  See below.