Que linda!
It’s our last day at UNIFE,
and I have to say, I’m going to miss the lovely girls here. They were extremely
welcoming and friendly - and the chisme, the chisme was good, or so I heard. It
wasn’t my type of conversation to really get into but you really can’t help but
to ask about it especially when you hear your name float around. Erm. It was
frustrating. Anyways, off to our special class of the day: Linguistics. Ok,
I’ll be honest about this one. It was definitely a super interesting class and
I usually love learning about language structure and origin, but man I was
dozing the hell off. I couldn’t help it. It really wasn’t my fault because I
really tried to stay awake, but my body was failing me. It was as if I just
downed a whole bottle of Benadryl beforehand. I found through it though. I
tried to scout the classroom to see how everyone else was doing, and it seemed
to me like I was in good company. I’m pretty sure one person had their whole
sweatshirt wrapped around their head passed out on the desk. But this was
definitely a survival of the fittest, so I pushed on and really engaged myself.
I had that face, all doped up and whatnot like I had been freshly lobotomized.
I may or may not have drooled a couple times. Honestly, I felt bad for the guy
speaking. He was old. So, I wasn’t sure how coherent he was because he
definitely did not feed off the audience. He had this uncanny type of excitement
in him talking about how interesting linguistics was. There were so many times
where I just wanted to say, “Just give up, man.” But you do you.
Time’s up. Everyone awakens
from their drunken-like slumber, almost as if they were utterly confused as to
where they had passed out. Thankfully, however, we found new energy in a more
engaging activity as we moved into the small auditorium in the building next
door. I honestly thought the day was over, but Monica is full of surprises. We
all take a seat and listen to some testimonials about our last day and to be
quite honest I teared up a bit. I’ve been regarded many times as a soft soul,
but I really am. I have a slight problem with letting things go – kind of like
pizza.
The closing ceremony was
beginning. My friend Samuel, began teaching a couple people the Soulja Boy
dance, and I thought, “Wow. I want to learn.” So I jump in and learned the
steps as best I could until we had to sit down. I did not know what I had just
gotten myself into. Samuel was actually rehearsing his dance steps so that a
group of us could demonstrate American dance culture. First of all, Soulja
Boy!? That was honestly the worst and actually the best representation of
America. Secondly, there was no way in hell I was going to get up there and
perform a dance I had literally just learned in two minutes in front of a bunch
of people. Monica pushed me to go up. Next thing I knew I was standing with
three other people up front. I don’t know how this happened. I was screwed. Queue
the music. Some karaoke cover of Soulja Boy starts playing. 3…2…1…Youuu!!!
Crank that Soulja Boy!!! Ok. I’m officially done. I’ve never felt more foreign.
After our rendition of American culture. The Peruvian girls showed us how to
really dance, and boy can they dance. Shakira was right. Hips don’t lie. Some
of the girls would pull some of us up to join in on the dance. I couldn’t catch
a break. So there I was twirling my hips in embarrassment. Music stops, and it
ends. Thank God. After the whole ceremony had finished, Monica ended with a closing
speech about our time at UNIFE, and afterwards we lined up to receive our
diplomas.
We head back to the bus back
home. Monica announced our schedule for tomorrow. After some diligent and
persistent convincing, we were able to get Monica to cancel classes at El Sol
tomorrow so that we could spend the day with our host family and packing up. Thank
you, Monica.
I get home and the first thing
I do is take an hour nap to get ready for a night out to El Club Help, which I
found out was the same place as La Pena del Carajo. Before we headed out, I had a few friends over to
enjoy bottles of Pisco together because that’s how you prepare for a night out
in Peru. We finally head out, and well it was quite an interesting night for
everyone. I thought the girls would have the most problems avoiding vultures at
the club, but I came to find out I had to fend myself from Peruvian men as
well. I just wanted to enjoy my Pisco Sour in peace. After a night of fun, I
decided to call it a night and head home.
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