January 14, 2009

Wednesdays are looking mighty busy. And I’m looking at my schedule and thinking Thursdays are lookin’ might busy too. Although actually, (because I can count (haha)) I have 6 classes listed on my schedule, and I only need to take 5. [I feel like I should put some sort of disclaimer here so that people don’t think I actually thought I only had 5 classes when I really had 6. Having the 6 classes selected was sort of a buffer so I could switch up and that sort of thing if something wasn’t good.] So maybe I’m actually not going to bother with this Rural Anthropology class at all that I’ve never been to.

This morning I woke up on time (yay) at 5:45 (boo). I didn’t have any crazy dreams to relate to you all last night. Or at least none that I remember. Vaguely when I woke up I remember having dreamt, but more of simple things and normal people from home so it wasn’t anything to get all up in arms about. As I also found out later, apparently having weird dreams is happening to everyone on this trip. This seems like one of those things you would know about traveling (like you’ve heard of culture shock and those sorts of tidbits). So apparently it’s normal to have really odd dreams/nightmares.

I went to my Migration Debates class this morning at 8. I was kind of hoping that I wouldn’t like it because it’s early and a Wednesday-Friday class so it’s really at terrible time in all respects. As it turns out, it actually I think is going to be my most interesting class and also probably most difficult. But I’m going to keep it anyway because I think it’s going to be my cup of tea.

While we were sitting in there today (and you know, you can’t really pay attention to someone talking for 2 hours straight without daydreaming a little) I was thinking about what kind of careers there are in migration. Not like, in actually migrating, but in helping out with the migration process. I think there are probably welcome-to-the-country-we’ll-help-get-you-settled programs. I might like to work at some place like this instead of working as a teacher. I’m going to have to look into that. Anyone who has any ideas/knowledge/thoughts on that, be sure to comment and let me know, eh?

So after that, I had 2 hours free which involved me printing off syllabi in the computer lab because professors don’t hand them out here. You have to get things like that yourself and make photo copies yourself. I also spent a bunch of pesos in photocopies for the Mayan History/Culture class on Monday. One set was 95 pesos, another was like 20 some. And I have almost all the photocopies I’m going to need for that class now. There’s still a good chunk more, but we’re getting there in any case.

After that I went to Anthropology of Caves. Now I don’t know about you, but to me that sounds rather boring. I mean, caves are caves. This is probably in part because Anthropology isn’t a super big interest of mine….like at all. But! I’m going to keep this class I believe because there are no tests and there’s lots of opportunities to get the points you need. You can get a maximum of 100 points for the class, and there are something like 160 available points. Sounds pretty good, right? It’s a lot of reading, like 2 readings each class, but I think that it’ll be good as far as being able to easily obtain said points and get a good grade.

I also made a WONDERFUL discovery today. This is the point where I really want to say “guess what!” and wait for you to say “what?” and then hold for a second to build a little suspense. “They sell Pepsi light at the facultad de anthropologia!!!!!” Yeah. That’s pretty much fannnnnnnntastic.

At the end of the day I had Spanish class, but that ended early due to a photocopy mistake. Chelsea and I took the opportunity to go to Plaza Fiesta and I picked up am embry board (my nails were driving me crazy…getting too long or just ridiculous chipped). And I also grabbed some peanut butter (peanut butter toast or something = better than cereal in the mornings) aaaand some moisturizer for my face which has apparently not enjoyed the medicine-sun combination I’ve dealt it down here.

After that, Chelsea and I decided we wanted milkshakes from Burger King. So that’s what we got. And alas, a milkshake is not called a batido de leche. I’m sure that doesn’t disappoint anyone as much as it does me, because that means that part of our song in Spanish 3 was wrong (and I don’t think Jacinto is reading this but it made me think of him. Mi batido de leche trae todos los chicos al césped me dicen… hahahaha). And I wish I could explain what they’re called here; it was something pretty similar to batido, but not exactly. Oh well.

But so check that out. I had a pepsi light and a strawberry milkshake all in one day. That’s pretty sweet, I gotta say. And that’s about the extent of my day. I really need to do some reading before ED class tomorrow, but that’s about it.
Ciao~ <3 Kate