THIS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME (I'M STUCK WITH THIS FEELING)

At last I have the courage, the inner strength, and enough whatever-ism to write here. I know I promised virtually everyone to tell all about my surrealist misfortunes in the first days... But I really just want to forget all about it. Like the hurricane Ernesto getting me in Philadelphia and being responsible for the cancellation of zillions of flights (of which no one informed us), like all the luggage with all the medicines lost, like no adapters for the laptop and the rest of the electronic devices in the whole county, like no Internet, like no cellphones, like no possibilities to contact home, like a room that looked as the ones from "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"...


Then all the academic mix-ups, the mass-shopping trips in WalMarts which is the embodiment of the Evil Empire, going to bed at 9pm, waking up at 5am, meetings and meetings where they only confuse you more and more, lots of first years screaming about the Backstreet Boys and Avril Lavigne, $300 spent in postcards and others decorations for your rooms trying to make it cheerful, but now it looks kinda psycho.


And all the stupid parties. Only girls of course, cos this is an only girl college, so the parties are strange... and the rugby team is really scary. The lesbian population is around 70% Some of them really agressive. Last year some of the TAs had real problems. Great, with my record of obsessive psycos...


And there is food at all times, strange times... Like lunch at 11 or dinner at 5, but good food anyway. Lots of vegetarian food. Lovely. But apart from eating and doing whatever you have to do for class, not much to do here. The campus is magnificent. Lake and horses and grass and squirrels and pretty buildings... and that's it. We're stuck here. The village has one bookstore. One pub. Three cafeterias. A couple of stores. One cinema. One bridal shop. That's it. If you want to go anywhere else you have to go on the bus. Takes at least 30 minutes. We live in complete isolation from the real world. In our leafy tower, combing our hair, reading our manifestos, and longing for holidays.


In one word, and as The Beatles already said many years before, HELP ! Here are some ways to reach me, use one, two, three, all of them, but do use them...
Phone in my room: (001) 413 498 4062
Cell phone: (001) 264 591 1033
Mailing address: Olga Arnaiz , Mt. Holyoke College , 50 College St. , 1200 P.O. Box, Blanchard Campus Center, South Hadley, 01075 MA, USA
And if you want to come and visit you are more than welcome... my room is bigger than in Canada and England, and though it doesn't have great views, well, it has great decoration... and the dining hall is the best on campus.