Saturday, 11 September 2010

Class, Clubs and Cabs

The first two days of class were basically what I expected: syllabus days that practically put me to sleep.  In all three of my classes on Thursday, the teacher asked if there were any native English speakers in the class and I was the only one to raise my hand.  That generally led to questions by the teachers about where I was from, whether I was on an exchange program or a study abroad student, etc.  But everyone's English is pretty solid, although there were a few students that I found pretty difficult to understand.  Unfortunately, for behavioral statistics, my professor's accent is so thick I can barely understand him.  Greek I is going to be a pain in the ass though, I can already tell that.  Thank God that class is basically our entire study abroad group.  That's enough about classes though because those are boring and I don't like talking about them anyway so let's move to more interesting stuff.

My roommate and I went to the gym to shoot around and hoping to hop in a pick up game since it was like 5 o'clock so the courts would be busy, right?  Two people were there shooting around and that's it.  At BC if you went down at 5, you have to wait and wait to get on the court and in a game.  Evidently that's not the case here.  A few more kids showed up but everyone just shot around on their own hoops and the general skill level seems low at best.  Maybe this will be my best chance to win an intramural championship.

Our orientation leader reserved a table at this club that we went to last night, so 7 of us took two cabs to get there since it was along the beachside.  It was about a half hour cab ride and it cost only 28 Euros.  Freakin brilliant.  That would have cost roughly an arm and a leg in Boston.  This club was unlike anything I have ever seen before.  Music BLARING, extremely swankified interior, flashy outfits, a fifth of Smirnoff delivered to our table with glasses and orange juice and lemonade, more second-hand smoke than anyone should have to endure in their entire life.  The Greeks we'd talked to up to this point said that they usually stay out till 5 or 6 in the morning and catch the Metro once it starts up in the morning.  I didn't think that they were really that serious about it but we left the club at around 5:15 in the morning after having hung out and danced there for almost 5 hours.  I rolled into my room after the cab ride back at fell asleep at 6:30.  I don't know how they do it.  The people here are crazy.  So I didn't get out of bed till 3:30 and I'm updating this as we endure a huge thunderstorm.  Latin dancing tonight, so that should be interesting.

In my next post, I have some stuff that I want to talk about with regards to cultural differences between the US and Greece.  Some interesting stuff there actually.  Here's hoping to a Ducks blowout of Tennessee and an Eagle's victory today!

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