Week 7

Hm, guess who's sick again? Oh you don't know? Let me just tell you...I am. Rock on. On Sunday evening, my throat started to feel itchy, but I thought nothing of it. Monday, I was basically dead at school, fighting my eyes to stay open all day. I know, that sounds normal because in the United States I passed out in school often, but I didn't go to bed at 10 o'clock in the States, did I? Nope...try like 2am. I was almost hoping that I was getting a cold or something so that I had an excuse to be dozing off in school...I take that back now. Around 5pm or so on Monday, my nose became the most runny and I had the worst headache. Because of this, I didn't go to basketball. I went through a roll of toilet paper blowing my nose and couldn't sleep more than a half hour through the night without the need to blow again. So on Tuesday, I didn't go to school. I had to go to a special doctor, I'm pretty sure it was an ear, nose, and throat, specialist...but my portuguese vocab is THAT good for me to know for sure. I am now on 4 medicines. Two of which are antibiotics which I am to be on for 14 days, and the other two which are nasal sprays I must use for 2 months. Awesome, right? On Friday, my friend from school, Ivan, who is a complete Harry Potter fanatic brought me the first book to read since I am often bored in school. Yes, I finished the whole thing by the end of the day. I never thought I'd be a book worm...this is weird.

This weekend wasn't bad other than still feeling a little sick. On Saturday, some of my mae's friends came over for lunch. I didn't really do much other than spend some time with them all outside. It was nice though, to be able to relax for a day. On Sunday, I woke up around 8 so that I could go to my little brothers soccer game. I watched his game and the younger teams game. I find it kind of funny how sad I get anytime someone scores. Sad for the goalie that is. It's like, I feel your pain. Gosh, I wish I could be playing field hockey...I miss my team. After we got home, my mom and I went to a festival very popular in my city. It is called "Festa de Flores e Morangos" or "Festival of Flowers and Strawberries." The Japanese community runs it and it is very pretty. There are clearly, a lot of flowers, and a lot of strawberries. They make exhibits completely out of flowers which you can see to the left. Aside from trying new Japanese food, I had the best tasting chocolate covered strawberries, ever. It was a fun day.

Yet another week goes by of me being 261870132 miles away from home and the only thing making me the slightest bit upset, though barely, is the fact that I am starting to realize which friends aren't always going to be there. "How?" you might ask. It's quite simple though. The one's who are constantly supporting me and not the ones who care to say nothing more than "hows brazil?...come home." are the ones that matter. I miss you all, really, but this is something I am doing for me. This is an opprotunity that will change my life. This is going to open all sorts of doors for me. I will have passages in every direction, like I'm in Hogwarts or something.