Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want...just this time!

It's been a rough 2 days, going on 3 tomorrow, and maybe for the rest of next week.  We got an e-mail from the department we were going to have classes with for the whole semester saying they were hosting an orientation on Friday.  We were excited because we thought they could probably help us register for our classes.  Little did we know, they were going to drop a huge bomb on us.  It took us about an hour to get to campus from where we lived.  Took the bus to the FGC, which is like a train that takes us up northern Barcelona to our school.  Once we got there, we had no idea where to go even though there was a campus directory.  This school is so freaking huge, they've got their own bus routes!  It's also in the middle of a forest or the mountains or something because all around us were trees, bushes and shrubs, and rocky, sandy paths with buildings around it.  When our orientation started, one of the guys pulled Vicky and I outside and told us they weren't offering any English classes in their department this semester and that we should try going to other departments on campus or look online if there are any classes offered in English.  I felt my eyes bug out of my face and steam beginning to come out of my ears.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  I was just thinking to myself, I've applied to study at this school months ago, got here a week ago, and today is the day they decide to tell me this??  So Vicky and I go to the library and e-mail our advisor from State asking him what we should do (but of course with our continuous streak of bad juju, the campus was closed because of the power outage, so we won't get an answer from him until Monday), and then we tried to look for classes on our own.  However, their school website is not user-friendly whatsoever, so we can't even find the school catalog or any relevant information that could come close to helping us find classes.  At this point, we're so stressed out because we have absolutely no one to contact to ask for help.  We're pretty much on our own, like we always have been from the get go.
We figured we should go to the International Welcome Point for foreign students because we had to turn in some documents anyway.  When we get there, there's around 20+ other students in line, so we just get a number from the machine thinking it shouldn't take this long.  WRONG!  We waited for 3 hours, maybe even a little more to finally get called in.  We thought we might as well ask them if they could help us with finding some classes but they straight up just tell us we have to do that on our own.  They can't even give us some e-mails of the director of each department??  Seriously?!  So we're like ok, fine, whatever.  We then give them a form they told us to bring into them, but the thing is that when we printed it out, it was in Catalan, so we had no idea what it was asking of us, and we read that if we brought it to them, they would help us fill it out.  We ask the lady helping us to help us translate what it means in English so we can get it filled out for them and she seemed like she didn't want to help us because I guess there were still some other people outside waiting to be called.  I just thought to myself, "Hey lady! We've been waiting 3 fucking hours in some nasty ass weather.  We're hungry, we're sweaty and we stink, so the least you could do is help us translate for us, or even better, have different versions of the form in different languages to make it easier for us students and you!" GODDD!!!  I miss the U.S. so damn much by the way =(.
So after we get our forms filled out, she tells us we have to go to some other office in Barcelona to turn it in, and then some other office to get us registered, and we have 3 weeks to do it.  Grrrrreat!!  Things just keep piling up on us!!  Not only do we have to somehow find classes to take on Monday, we have to go look for these damn offices somewhere in the city to turn in a bunch of other documents.  I always here great things about studying abroad, but after this whole ordeal, here's my recommendation to anyone thinking about studying abroad: go to an English speaking country, like Australia or Canada or something (currency rates are so much better over there, too).  Or if you want to go to another foreign country, make sure you can speak the language, like FLUENTLY.  Even though I'm with Vicky and she speaks some Spanish, we still have a hard time getting around because everyone here speaks Catalan and a little bit of Spanish, so it makes everything so much harder.  And even if they say they offer English classes, don't fucking believe them because you're going to get screwed over like me and Vicky did.  Or maybe you won't, just test your luck, I'm sure it's better than ours.  It's like our streak of bad luck will never end!! GAHHH!!!  Once we get something fixed, an even bigger problems sneaks up behind us.
We're going to mass tomorrow and pray that we'll be okay, so please send us your good thoughts and hope that everything will work out for us on Monday, judgement day.  We went to the Gothic quarters of Barca today just to get our minds off  of this for a while, and it did, but now that we're back home, it's all we think about it.  We were so bummed over this whole situation yesterday that we made slop for dinner.  It was actually past-a-roni, parmesan flavored, but we overcooked it and it turned into a big pot of slop, and it was just the saddest thing ever.  Homeless people in shelters get fed better than what we had yesterday,  How sad.  So right now, we're gonna head downstairs to the restaurant next door and eat our sorrows away.  Too bad I have no one to drink with.  Damn you, Vicky!!  But please, please, please, send us good thoughts and prayers.  Thank you! =/