So I'm sleeping peacefully this morning when suddenly I hear glass shattering and screaming bloody murder. Mind you, it's 7 am on a Sunday.
The screaming continues and eventually I hear my host mom get up and run down the hall - she gasps.
The screaming is still continuing and I decide that I obviously can't continue to sleep so I get up and walk down the hall.
Turns out one of my host brothers threw a dog bone through the window. Hmm, dog bones don't bounce do they?
I go back to bed and after another 10 minutes they finally all stop screaming.
Sigh.
I love my host family to death, they are amazing and have really and truly treated me like part of the family and I'm so grateful for that. However, there are times like these when I really wonder if I should have opted to live with one of my friends next semester.
I miss my time home alone and being able to cook for myself, do my laundry when I please and watch tv shows that match my level of intelligence. (I swear if I have to watch another episode of Adventure Time I am going to go insane.)
It's too late now, and I know that staying with my host family is the best option for improving my spanish, but it's days like these that make me really consider my other options.
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