I struggled out of bed at 7am, still tired from the Argentinian v. Educator match that ended in a tough 1-0 the previous night. Still wearing my Boca jersey, I decided to change into clothes more comfortable, suited to prepare me for the long journey back home. Finishing my daily routine, I packed my last few items and took my luggage down to the car. My exchange partner Mateo, his mother, and I departed toward the school soon after.
It felt like I had only blinked by the time we arrived to the school. As I unloaded my luggage, I made sure to say goodbye to the family that had been generous enough to accommodate me for the past 10 days. Whether in a few years or in the distant future, she promised to see us again.
At school, we spent the morning interviewing the first-years. There, I got to reunite with my friend Angel, who had always taken the time to talk to me during the entirety of the trip. Together, we reflected on what we learned on the trip, what was surprising, and how it compared to our life in the United States.
After break, shirt-signing, and basketball 1-on-1s, we had the opportunity to continue this discussion with the very individuals we had shared this experience with. In a group with Mateo and our friends, we shared what we would take away from this exchange experience, recalled our favorite memories, and said some final goodbyes. Hearing everyone in the group share their thoughtful words, I found that was not the monuments and buildings of Buenos Aires that we cherished the most, but the time we spent together. So, looking back, I’m glad I watched football and Breaking Bad with Mateo until 1am rather than sleeping earlier.
When our discussion was finally over, we headed for lunch. But soon, it was apparent that our time was running out. People crowded together on the field, sharing their last conversations and jokes. However, as Snr. Vic announced the arrival of the buses, this light small talked developed into heartfelt adieus. As people hugged each other, many people cried with the realization that – not matter what we had said to each other – this might be our last chance together. Regardless, we still made our promises.
“If any of us become rich and famous, we have to split the money between all 8 of us!” we unanimously agreed.
As we took our luggage and walked down the halls of El Colegio de North Hills, I hugged Mateo and thanked him for being my partner. From our shared passions of informatics to TV shows to (obviously) food, I extended a permanent invitation to talk about these topics whenever he’d like as we did many times before.
I stepped on the bus and joked with him through the window a couple more times. But without warning, the bus finally took off toward the airport. –William
I woke up at around 6:46, needing my last morning to be as easy as possible. I got up, had some eggs and bacon for breakfast, and left for the last school day. We started by having students ask things about ourselves, a fun activity that eventually led to a moral brawlstars discussion. After that, there was a break, in which we signed shirts of the students to commemorate our newfound friendship. The following activity involved us sitting in a circle on the court, sharing some heartfelt experiences in a serious discussion, along with some words of goodbye. We all said our fair wells, tears in our eyes, and we made our way to the airport. I messed up at checkout, saying our destination was either Miami or Houston (it was Atlanta), but other than that, customs and security went smoothly.
We waited for the flight, and I finally found the Argentina themed poker cards I have been looking for the entire trip, pretty expensive, like 14 dollars for the pack, but so worth it, as the cards were this shiny gold color. We boarded the plane, and with a 10 hour flight ahead, i put on some music and nodded off, the overnight flight marking an end of an era. –Aidan D