By: Brandon Blair '10
I often find myself pondering why i cant seem to remember what day it is in Argentina. Besides the fact that my biological clock has been smashed from the 30 hour travel day and a drastic change in lifestyle, there are many reasons why i find it hard to remember what day it is. The general reason is in Argentina, the lifestyle for a teenager is one of relaxation and socialization.
When I am in Arizona, I feel like life moves at 100 miles per hour ( or approximately 166 kilometers per hour). You rush from class to class at school, stumbling to find your english book that you forgot at home because you woke up late. You forget you lost it because you didnt have a sufficient breakfast due to waking up late. This may be a slight exaggeration but the point is life moves quickly in the United States.
After school people are off to their sports teams or clubs, their jobs or their homework. Life in Argentina is much different. I wake up in the morning and have a cup of coffee while preparing myself for the day. Pablo and I leave the house and begin our 10 block walk to school. We stop at a friends house and talk about yesterdays activities. We all arrive at school and casually head to our first period class.
At 12:40 pm school ends and we walk home with friends to eat lunch with the family. Everyone shares stories about the day and talks about what they are going to do with the rest of their day. You can go out with friends for a bite to eat, head to the Centro (centre) to do some shopping, or head to the pitch and play a game of futbol (soccer for those in the United States). You can even choose to have a ciesta (rest) after lunch. When i am in Arizona, I can barely find time to think let alone find time to take a nice relaxing nap. Sometimes during the week i feel like a drone, or a mindless zombie,
going from place to place. In Argentina, I can take a breather, relax, and think about what i need to do that day. Everyday in Argentina could be a Saturday. This is why I still wake up, puzzled, reaching for my school calendar to find out what day it is.
By: Brandon Blair '10
I often find myself pondering why i cant seem to remember what day it is in Argentina. Besides the fact that my biological clock has been smashed from the 30 hour travel day and a drastic change in lifestyle, there are many reasons why i find it hard to remember what day it is. The general reason is in Argentina, the lifestyle for a teenager is one of relaxation and socialization.
When I am in Arizona, I feel like life moves at 100 miles per hour ( or approximately 166 kilometers per hour). You rush from class to class at school, stumbling to find your english book that you forgot at home because you woke up late. You forget you lost it because you didnt have a sufficient breakfast due to waking up late. This may be a slight exaggeration but the point is life moves quickly in the United States.
After school people are off to their sports teams or clubs, their jobs or their homework. Life in Argentina is much different. I wake up in the morning and have a cup of coffee while preparing myself for the day. Pablo and I leave the house and begin our 10 block walk to school. We stop at a friends house and talk about yesterdays activities. We all arrive at school and casually head to our first period class.
At 12:40 pm school ends and we walk home with friends to eat lunch with the family. Everyone shares stories about the day and talks about what they are going to do with the rest of their day. You can go out with friends for a bite to eat, head to the Centro (centre) to do some shopping, or head to the pitch and play a game of futbol (soccer for those in the United States). You can even choose to have a ciesta (rest) after lunch. When i am in Arizona, I can barely find time to think let alone find time to take a nice relaxing nap. Sometimes during the week i feel like a drone, or a mindless zombie,
going from place to place. In Argentina, I can take a breather, relax, and think about what i need to do that day. Everyday in Argentina could be a Saturday. This is why I still wake up, puzzled, reaching for my school calendar to find out what day it is.
By: Brandon Blair '10
Brandon,
Soak it up while it lasts. Sounds like you are enjoying the pace and style of Argentina. What a difference it is from our own school year. And even summer school! Thanks for sharing. It's Thursday in Phoenix, and I know that because tomorrow is Friday, Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final. ( Go Penguins!) Maybe you can give your friends a brief lesson on NHL in light of the big game... :)
Ms. Cardinali