No tengo miedo ( I'm not scared)

So now that I have moved into the dorm, things are feeling less crazy and foreign. It was really weird the first few days, because we arrived in Salamanca before most other students did; so the city was kind of empty and we knew absolutely nobody. Now that we live in the dorm, we get to eat in the cafeteria (which is about the equivalent of the Hardin-Simmons caf) and we have somewhere to put all our stuff! Which by the way, Kaki desperately needed because she's a girl and packed a whole lot. Even though they cafeteria food isn't the best that Spain has to offer, it's really cool to get to meet different people from around the world. A lot of the students are either Spanish, or have been there long enough to speak the language very well. That kind of scared us at first because they speak very fast, but yesterday a group of thirty Koreans moved into the dorm ,and they were way more shy than us and most of them don't speak Spanish very well. That was a big confidence booster. Take that Korea. Some of them do speak Spanish fairly well though and they are really nice. I can't ever remember their names though, so I just give them nicknames i.e. Hello Kitty Girl, because all she wears are Hello Kitty shoes.
Today we took our placement exam for classes and it was a little bit scary. We got split up in rooms and had to take a scantron test that had eighty questions. We only had thirty minutes to do it and it was pretty hard. After that, we had to have a one on one conversation with a professor for about three minutes. We got our results back this at around six and I was put in the intermediate classes! I'm excited because that's the one that I was shooting for. Classes start tomorrow and I'm pretty pumped about them. The hardest thing to get used to over here, is the eating/sleeping habits. Usually, people don't eat breakfast until around ten thirty or eleven, they don't eat lunch until two or three (which follows by the entire city pretty much shutting down for a two hour siesta.) Dinner is definately the hardest to get used to because the earliest that the cafeteria opens, is at eight thirty or nine. Also, the cafeteria workers, like Hardin-Simmons, are kind of mean. It's really cold here, I think that for the past two or three days, it hasn't been over thirty degrees. Its also been snowing off and on but not much has stuck. I'm slowly overcoming my fear of speaking Spanish to the natives, usually they are very helpful but of course we come across a snotty Spaniard every now and then. The old people are really funny, the old men all wear suits and really old school hats and most of them carry around a cane and a lot of the old woman wear shaws or giant fluffy fur coats. This morning we got up at around seven to get some things before we took our test and we went into an electronic store to get something. The man who owned the shop was an elderly man and was helping us find what we needed. After we were leaving, I said buenos noches ( good night) and wondered why he gave me a confused stare. After I was out the door I realized that I meant to say buenos dias because it was eight in the morning. Its ok though, I'll blame it on not having coffee that morning, and by the way, the coffee is really, really good. In other news, Spain doesn't have very many fat people or gingers, but has a plethora of euromullets and rat tails. Which should never be in style.