- No one wanted me - that's right it's just like in elementary school gym class when you had to choose teams and everyone else got chosen but you, same feeling. Rejected.
- USAC forgot about me - yup, I'm gonna have to live like a hobo and beg for money and someone to take me in. Maybe I'll take up with the gypsies...
- Maybe they don't want me to know about them - too many skeletons in the closet perhaps...
Ok, all joking-ness aside, I really am frustrated that I don't know a thing about them. Like what am I supposed to do, show up on their doorstep and yell, "Surprise! It's a girl!"? I really would have liked to have been able to email them and establish a relationship with these people before I have to move in and share a life with complete strangers.
USAC as a whole is really just making me angry. How I wish I could have done this in high school, I feel like they care about you so much more. I haven't gotten a single update from USAC in over a month. You would think as the time for you to leave gets closer they would have more contact with you, not less. It feels like they basically just took my money and said, "Ok, see ya. Have fun figuring it out on your own".
Maybe I'm looking at this differently than most people that study abroad in college. I don't care to leave the country and go somewhere where the drinking age is 16 and go to the bars and party every night. I actually want to go and learn something. I want to be immersed in the culture and "normal" life - not the "I'm a crazy college student on my own in Europe and can do whatever the hell I want" life. (I mean hello, have you seen the movie "Taken"? Yeah, that didn't end well now did it.)
Ugh, long store short - having a family that treats me as part of the family is important to me. It's important for me to have a good relationship with them, and right now I have nothing - no names, no ages, no address. Sigh...USAC fails epically on this factor.
Lesson of the day, go in high school, while you're still a minor and someone has to be responsible for you.
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