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I felt so relieved dumping the cold coffee on this jerk’s head.  He deserved it. He does not have the right to yell at anyone he pleases.  He does not have the right to yell at the poor man because he failed to satisfy his standards.  I mean if he wanted high class, five-star service, then he should have went somewhere else because there is no place for him here.  He disturbed the peacefulness of the whole cafe, drinking coffee at the side of the street while watching people walk by type of environment. 

As I placed the empty cup on top of a nearby table, I felt a sense of regret. The type of regret that you feel when you did something that you know could lead to bad outcomes but still do it anyway because it will make you feel better. I slowly raised my head and searched for his face.  I realized that I had so much adrenaline in me that I couldn’t focus, so it took me a while to look for his face.  As I slowly gained my attention to reality, I started to feel scared.  I looked at his face as the last drop of coffee dripped on the side of cheek.  His eyes were fierce and it seemed like he wanted to say something, but he remained quiet.  I had this feeling that he was going to hit me after what I did to him, but he just stood there, looking at me.

The owner of the cafe immediately went inside to grab a couple of towels from his kitchen. But after he got back, the guy had already left. The owner asked me where he had gone to, but I had no idea where he was going.  He didn’t even say anything as he left, he just slowly walked away.  The owner told me that I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I thought it was the right thing to do.  He needed to wake up to reality.  He needed to realize that not everyone live to follow and satisfy his standards.  Who does he think he is?

I apologized to the cafe owner, and started walking to school.

As I waited for the bus, two blocks away from the cafe, I realized that I don’t anything about the “jerk,” besides that we go to the same university.  But other than that, I don’t know his name, if he has a job, or his major.  I know nothing about him, but I still continue to judge him because of his actions.  I think maybe I was partially at fault here.  However, he still does not have the right to do yell as he pleases. 

I got on the bus and it was packed than usual. I squeezed my way through a load of commuters standing and holding onto the railings as the bus made its way to the next stop.  I stood towards the middle, where I felt I could get more air, but it didn’t make a difference as more people got on the bus. I stood there still thinking about the coffee I poured on the most mysterious guy I have ever seen. I thought maybe he was….

(urgh!) The bus came to a sudden stop.

 Everyone on the bus was never happy especially those standing in the aisle.  I was pushed over to the side of the window as people shoved to get comfortable.  I didn’t realize that rush hour could be so bad in Barcelona.  But it was never this busy whenever I go to school.  However, I did have a slight delay at the cafe. 

I reached for my cellphone in my bag, so that I can call my friend and tell her that I would be late for school. But I couldn’t feel for the phone.  I swung over my bag to look for it and it was no where in sight.  I looked down searching for it on the floor, but I had no luck. Okay, did I leave it at the cafe? Did I drop it as I got on the bus?

Could this day get any better? First it was the acquaintance with the most arrogant jerk in Barcelona, and now I lost my cell phone. What else could possibly go wrong. 

The bus stopped in front of the school, I slowly walked towards the door looking down at the floor.  I was now a student without a cellphone.  How can I make overseas calls to my family? I don’t have much money to buy a new one. I felt so lost.  I turned around to look at the bus, and it was half empty.  But before I returned to gazing back on the ground, I heard my name.

I slowly turned my head towards where my name was called…and it was the arrogant jerk of Barcelona.  He stood still holding onto what seems to be my cellphone!!

Yawns) It’s another beautiful day in Barcelona. The weather man said that it would be a bit warmer out today, but it seems so cold in my apartment. I wonder if my heater is working. There’s always something not working in my apartment. First, it was the lights that flicker on and off, the broken door, and then now my heater. I don’t know much about fixing these things, therefore, I must just work and deal with what I have.

(Takes a screw driver to help open the door to the bathroom)

It’s the second of week of school, and I already feel tired. Most of my schoolwork are time consuming. I put a lot of my time finishing up papers, reading for the lectures, and preparing for laboratory experiments. My only inspiration and motive that keeps me going are the goals I have set and determine to achieve. I hope to someday work at a clinic in South America with my degree in Nursing. But, in order to get to that point in my life, I must first persevere and deal with the shit my professors put me through! Okay, maybe that wasn’t very nice, but IT’S TRUE! haha.

“Buenas Dias, Leria!” Again, the owner of the coffee shop has a cup of coffee to offer me. It’s funny how he prepares this complimentary beverage, when I refuse to drink it. But, I think this time, I must at least accept the coffee. Besides, I truly need it.

“Gracias.” I took my cup of warm coffee. Yes, it was warm and not hot. I wonder if the coffe has been sitting in his cafe for a long time. I sat at one of the tables. The one facing the fountain located at the corner of the street. I remember sitting at this very spot when I first step foot in Barcelona. I was looking for my apartment, but I couldn’t find it. I went into the cafe to ask for directions. The owner immediately handed me a cup of coffee! But that time it was hot from the pot. I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but I took it anyway to be polite. I sat at the same table facing the fountain at the corner of the street. I thought to myself that it was the start of a new beginning for me and I was determined to make sure everything worked out.

As I took a sip from my close to cold coffee, I heard someone yelling all of a sudden. I turned around and it was the man from the school. I finally got a closer look at this “creature.” He was wearing a white jacket, black pants, and a gray shirt. He may have a nice sense of style, but his attitude was completely the opposite. He yelled at the owner of the cafe, complaining about his warm coffee. The owner was as polite as he can be and wasn’t able to understand every word of his complaint because he was was hard at hearing. No matter how many times the owner apologized, he didn’t not listen.

I don’t like his attitude. I don’t like his tone of voice. And, most of all I don’t like he’s ruining my morning! I got up, took my now cold coffee, and walked over to the arrogant man. I asked what he was complaining about after the owner had apologized. He said that it was not my business. Of course, he said this in Spanish, but he continued yelling, and this time, he was yelling at me. He talked fast, and I couldn’t keep up with his words. I’m sure if I took out my dictionary to help me translate what he said, I would look like a total idiot in front of this arrogant “creature.” I decided to just politely keep quiet and let the man speak. But through his jumble of Spanish words, I found myself completely lost and speechless. However, I heard him say, “ignorante.” I sure hope he wasn’t referring to me or the owner as ignorant. But, it doesn’t matter his tone of voice and choice of words said it all, and I had enough. I grabbed my cold coffee and dumped it on his head. The coffee dripped down his face and into his white jacket. He was speechless. But I thought to myself that he should be thankful. Thankful that it wasn’t hot coffee.