Jaw dropping.
That's my first impression of the school.
And I'm telling you literally and figuratively.
I think this is the first time I've seen a school this magnificent.
It has that old palace feel to it but also have certain modern aspects that makes it a thousand times better. The main entrance of the school is like entering to another world.
Are you kidding me- there's even a statue and a water fountain at the front lobby.
The place is filled with flowers.
And i mean a LOT of them
The place smells of fresh flowers and it's the most extraordinary rich people thing I've ever experienced.
I'm still contemplating whether this is real or not. I feel like a camera man is going to jump out with a few other people holding a card saying, you just got pranked!
That would be the meanest thing to do.
I stood there inside of the lobby, with a thirty pound suitcase in one hand and a duffle bag in the other.
Aight where do i go?
I saw a cleaning lady mopping the floors and went up to ask her for directions.
"Um- excuse me, do you know where the the administration office is?". I ask her in hopes that she understood me. Her eyes look at me in confusion and she speaks,"¿qué?".
"The Administration Office", i repeat.
But the lady gave me the same confused look.
My eyes narrowing down to her name tag.
Dolores.
Isn't that a spanish name?
I clear my throat, feeling myself sweat.
I hope i still got it..
"Uh.. ¿dónde m-me.. registro?".
I used to watch telenovelas with my grandmother. And spanish used to be somewhat like a third language, but that was years ago.
Her eyes lights up and she nods,"¡Ah, sí!". She points to my left,"Camine recto, gire a la izquierda y luego a la derecha hasta que vea un edificio blanco".
Wait what.
"Um excuse me but could you repeat that-", i turn around but the lady wasn't there anymore.
And she's gone..
Damnit.
I sigh,"Well.. i can do this".
Seriously can't, I'm bad at directions.
"It'll be a piece of cake", i cross my arms.
It won't.
"I'm not that bad", i shrug.
I AM that bad.
"Let's do this!", i pull the suitcase with a half hearted enthusiastic grin on my face.
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It was a left.
No it was a right.
She clearly said left.
What are you on about, she specifically told you to take a right.
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