ok so, its my third day of classes and all i have to say is oh chile. yesterday i had danzas tradicionales and that class was awesome. it was all white kids but my professor can really dance and it was just really really fun and not awkward at all considering we were all just swinging out hips and dancing with random people the whole time. the dumb part tho is that schedules and course books just tell u the name of the room u are in, not what building or clue to what floor or anything. this is tricky cause classes are held in over 15 buildings in 2 different cities...so finding them is always a lot of work. so after lots of work and looking stupid and asking multiple times where this class was, i finally found it in the basement of some random engineering building...? whatevs. then i came home and almorzared with the madre.

then i thought i had class at 345, but turns out when the schedule said 8th period, it really meant end of 7th, which was 45 mins earlier. so i looked in the class, saw it was all chileans (like at least 45) and i couldnt understand the board and decided to fuck it and left. i dont need the class anyways, it was kinda just for fun, i might try again next week, but who knows. so i walked back home, usually its like a 15 min bus ride, so i walked for like an hour and decided to go to the beach. best decision ever. i sat there for like 2 hours watching people, writing, and just realizing where i was. i still dont quite understand that im in a different country. then went home and ate, waaay too late, i dont like eating dinner at 10....

so today i had drawing at 815....only the professor didnt show up til 9...and then told us that class would start at 9 from now on. and that was boring, got out early, came home then decided to try out a class at 1145....only it really started at 10, why my schedule said different i dont know. bu ti wasnt the only one so it was all good. but the lady said there wasnt room and it looked waaay too hard so i left.

i have to say that being here has really really made me appreciate my home and english like i never thought i would. i will never ever take for granted that i can fluently speak and write in english. the fact that i dont have to think when i want to say something and really get my idea out is so priceless to me now. i used to think it was ugly and too common, but now i really am proud that i know it. its just very reassuring throughout all this that i at least know one language. and the way things are done here and just the way of living has made me really appreciate my real life. i dont know what it is, i think its partly materialistic. i like my space and dont have it here, i especially dislike that u can hear everything in the bathroom. and ive never wanted candy more. candy here doesnt really have flavor. i miss that too, flavor. we just eat veggies and fruits and plain pastas. nothing really has flavor. i also appreciate that i understand how things function in america, whereas here its just all new and doesnt really have any reason to it. i love it here, but i think it has unbelieveable put my life into perspective and i will not forget how great my life is when im back in america. um, so that got kinda deep randomly...this is proving to be a very eye opening trip.

ok gotta go to grammar class! hah i feel 12. hope u are enjoying whatever country u are in!

peace and love from your chilean chica!