So apparently coffee AND cereal is inappropriate

I am not really in a good mood so this will be a short update. I had a pretty awesome weekend- went salsa and cumbia dancing on Thursday with my friend Holly, which was so incredibly fun, Ecuadorian guys are awesome. I did more or less nothing Friday after waking up quite late, recovering from said night out and going to sleep early because on Saturday I had a stupid class trip. We are required to take a class for Beloit, and I hate it. I had a rule that I wasn't going to write anything specifically negative on this blog, but I don't care if someone from the OIE/the prof reads it- it sucks, it's not related to what I am interested in; it is worthless, the trip was annoying. Plus she expected us to walk around Quito and hike a little bit without eating for 6 hours. Nice.

Anyway, I can deal with one class I hate... have done it before. Saturday night I went out to a club which was so, so, so much fun. It was a girl's birthday party and I didn't know her but I knew other people there and we danced and drank and it was great. Yesterday I hung out with my friend Ali here and we had a delicious dinner at Crepes & Waffles, a restaurant that specializes in said items.

I am kind of down because I have been feeling really uncomfortable in my homestay and I am thinking about switching families. It's weird stuff- this morning my host mom kind of yelled at me for having coffee AND cereal for breakfast (um, what?) and I explained to her that I usually eat AND drink in the morning and she seemed fine with it, but I feel so uncomfortable in the kitchen. I usually eat around 7:30, and today some neighbors were over and she didn't say anything but I just didn't have dinner- at 7:50 I went down to get water and say hi, at 8:10 the neighbors were leaving so I asked her if I could have dinner and she told me to wait, calling me down at 8:40... I'm sorry, but I don't eat at 8:40. I am really hungry at 7:30 and already I never know when I am going to eat; she calls me and I have to stop whatever I'm doing and go. So this evening I was skyping with my friend and they called me and I said I couldn't come and I would heat up my dinner, and I did, and I ate it alone, which was fine, because I really didn't want to talk to them.

This sounds petty, and maybe it is. But I think it's rude for my host parents to make me wait an hour for dinner without telling me; I don't understand why it is a problem to have coffee and cereal- this morning she told me to wake up earlier if I was going to have both because they have a certain routine to the day- WHAT?- and other little things have made me feel uncomfortable here, like I'm always doing something wrong, even though I try so hard to be polite, and I do my dishes and always tell them where I'm going and everything. Honestly sometimes I get stressed just leaving my room because I feel like my host mom is going to point out something else I've done wrong. She yelled at me for having a glass in my room. A glass. FOR WATER.

I don't know. So I was upset tonight and therefore have not done any lit reading for tomorrow... wonderful. I will probably delete this post relatively soon. I am happy and these are minor occurrences but I don't really feel comfortable here and don't know if I should spend the rest of the semester here. Tomorrow I am going to a bar to watch the soccer game, which should be fun. Plus I won't eat here.

Ciao :-/