Good news all, only four days left before culture shock becomes re-entry shock and I freeze to death in the Wisconsin winter to which I am no longer accustomed.
I bet you'll all be glad to get rid of me once and for all.
But yes, four days. Four days, four exams, a 6 page composition analyzing a play, a nine hour flight home, and a two hour ride and I will be torturing fluffy cats with a soft, high-pitched grating voice that people normally reserve for spoiled babies or horribly rickety, humanized dogs.
Time for class...
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Bert and Ernie eagerly await. They've heard of your impending arrival, and are sorry they can't quite remember what you look like. They told me.
We're having an ice storm, and I'm refusing to get dressed because I want the university to close, but of course it won't, and in a few minutes I'll give in and get dressed and go.
I won't be glad to be rid of you even if you do sometimes do the soft, high-pitched grating voice at me, aunque yo no sea un bebe ni un cachorro. Meh. Da igual
Wow...you're heading home SOON! Safe travels, my friend. It's been so much fun to hear about your adventures in Spain!
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