Final Exams?

I only have one more exam until summer! Not that these exams were stressful or hard or even time consuming, but I still like to exclaim the arrival of my favorite season.

My friend Amanda is a hilarious individual (and is also my Jew buddy), and I have been known to laugh really hard around her to the point that 1. my stomach hurts 2. i almost pee my pants and 3. i need to leave the room so i stop my uncontrollable laughter.  I can't even explain half the reasons why I laugh, but even looking at the faces she makes during class is entertaining.  There was also what I refer to as the Salmon Incident in Madrid, where Amanda and I ordered salmon that was more bones than fish.  She related the meal to dissecting owl pellets in middle school, and proceeded to mash it all up. I lost my appetite, but at least I was laughing. There was also the time we wandered through Toledo listening to "I Want it That Way" by the Backstreet Boys and belting out all of the words. I'm sure everyone in Toledo absolutely loved us.

So, knowing the hilarious-ness that is Amanda, her finished literature exam was truly something. Take a look:

All of the people that made the homage were poets. They all wrote in the style of Luis Gongora, a language very hard to understand, full of metaphors. Gongora was a Baroque poet.  Poets are Cernudo, Garcia Lorca, Alberi, Jimenez, and many more. During the Civil War, the members of the Generation of '27 were killed, exiled, or decided to stay in Spain. Garcia Lorca was murdered in the war. Additionally, all the poets wrote in honor of Gongora. Picture: Seville!! "I love Gongora! Me too! I am going to write a book for Gongora!"

I think we were supposed to write more, maybe. Also, maybe we were supposed to elaborate. And maybe the material we were supposed to write about was on four or five classes. And possibly, pictures weren't supposed to be a part of the exam.  But it doesn't matter. Amanda wins with her charm and personality, because our teacher absolutely loves her, but who could blame her? I guess I love Amanda too, despite my sarcastic attitude with her. 

Besides, the exam could only raise our grades. What's the point of trying? (Yes, I am aware that both of my parents are teachers and that they are reading this. Don't worry, mis padres. I didn't draw any pictures on mine and I tried to write relevant things. Of course, these "relevant things" were based off of the ever-so-reliable wikipedia.org, but pretend that is a scholarly source).

I did a little souvenir shopping today in the Arab shops in Granada, and maybe if I really really like you, I got you something! But if I didn't, I probably still like you...I just ran out of money.  The countdown is on with seven days remaining. It's a bittersweet countdown, though. I like my friends and my Señora oddly loves me (clearly she does not read my blog, not that she knows English anyways), but I am ready for American food and friends and family.  Or, should I say, United States food. Here in Spain if you say "American" that can mean any of the Americas, from North America to Central America to South America.

Granada, I will say goodbye in one short week.

Anyways, nothing else to say. Tomorrow after my exam, I plan on celebrating with a small (very small) shopping trip. :)

Lauren