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Mardi Gras beads

I have only ever kept a journal/diary sporadically throughout grade school, writing about once every other year about my parents getting on my nerves or the latest boy band scandal.  So this whole blogging thing is pretty new to me…

With that said, I hope something I say in this journey is useful/entertaining to one of my millions of fans. (haha…hopefully a couple people see this?)  Or at least you get a laugh.

But going off of my subject line, I go to school in New Orleans; so, with one of my favorite Mardi Gras parades, Muses, kicking off the season last night, it’s definitely been heavy on my mind.  My stepmom even made red beans and rice last night. yummm  My friends have been telling me I’m crazy for leaving in the Spring, and I know exactly why, but that’s just the way it’s worked out.  Either way I knew I wanted to go abroad.  And after my potential Fall program fell through, I just sprang for it. in the Spring.  hahaha (get my joke there?)

Bad puns aside, knowing all that I am missing in New Orleans right now is only making me more anxious and excited to actually BE in Argentina!  I’ll admit, Spring in NOLA is a magical time of year: Greek pledging, Mardi Gras, Crawfest, magnolias blooming, live music on the quad every Friday, Relay for Life, Spring Break… Sometimes it seems like we don’t really go to class much in the Spring, especially with so many holiday breaks (yes, Mardi Gras is a break-worthy holiday) and having classes outside on the quad every other day.

I did get to go back to school for a bit for sorority recruitment in January, though, which was so much fun.  We got a great new pledge class!   Spring in NOLA

But it was so weird being there during the semester without having to go to class.  The only classes I went to were at the gym.  But I can’t complain!  I am grateful to have gotten that break because life at home in Arkansas has been making me a little stir-crazy.

One of my best friends from Tulane who just got back from her Fall semester in Buenos Aires has been beyond helpful in answering some of my ridiculous questions and calming some of my irrational fears.  I was relieved to find out that I don’t have to be able to carry 4-5 months on my back.  Packing is probably one of my biggest obstacles.  I’m so good at talking myself into bringing the most useless things.  So it has become kind of a ritual for my best friend from home to come over and talk me out of packing my whole closet.  Luckily she goes to college close, so she’s coming home for the weekend to be my moral packing support.

I’ve been reading Don Quijote en español and watching every Argentine movie on Netflix’s insta-watch, but even as the days count down it’s still a little surreal.  I am beyond ready to get there and start my adventures, but I know I’ve still got to cross all of my t’s and dot my i’s (and pack my giant suitcase that still doesn’t seem big enough).

Next Tuesday while all my friends are trying to make it to Zulu at the crack of dawn, I guess I’ll finally be more concerned about catching the Sube (I think that’s what the public transportation system is called?) than catching beads!  Can’t wait!! Zulu parade 2011

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