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I have arrived at the country. My newest entry comes late. There was an error with the system earlier making me unable to update. I arrived early this morning and made my way to the storage faculties given to us when we first arrived. I gathered the necessary items and made my way to the city called, Media Center. This particular city was a cross between a library and a computer lab. Books lined the shelves, computers lined the walls and there were several tables set up for any person's lounging need. The bell dismissed us, signaling our departure for our next stop. My next city was American History. In this city we discussed the terms of WW1. Us students slaved away under the clock awaiting the time when we could at last leave. We passed into the next city. English. A haven among the unwelcoming crowds. I enter this beloved city and await my assignment. An essay. I get halfway through when it is time to move again. I meet up with one of my previous ally. She is happy. She also had left her sanctuary in this perilous place. We moved to our next stop. Her city was Journalism, mine was Spanish. We reached the point when we would part. We said our goodbyes and I continued on my way. I entered the city of Spanish. Today we would have a maniacal teacher lead us through a wild journey away from and back to the classroom. On a piece of paper anyway. It was time to leave Spanish. I made my way to the fourth city on my itinerary. Portfolio. This is where I am now. I'm writing my update as of this moment. After this city I have two more. I'm not sure when I can update again. I wish you to stay safe.