January 21, 2009

This morning started at what I’m going to consider way too early. But I did manage to get myself out the door. I actually ran to catch the bus so it was pretty good timing all things considered. When I got to the Plaza Fiesta, I waited for quite awhile for the bus. Emily showed up though, and after waiting 10 minutes decided it was time to catch one of the Motuls. These are white vans that say Motul on them. Admittedly, it felt a little sketchy climbing into a white bus that pulls up on the side of the road but hey…that’s okay…right? No it’s actually totally legit don’t worry about it.

We got to school without a hitch. Instead of the 3 pesos it costs 5 to take the Motul but it’s significantly faster and I’d say more comfortable as well. On days when the bus from Plaza Fiesta to school doesn’t come readily (it’s somewhat unreliable I feel like) then I’ll totally just catch one of these Motuls.

My first class, which is supposed to be my best class, was actually rather terrible this morning. First off, she launches into how she’s going to have us read a novel about migration. Now, immediately, this isn’t such a bad thing because it seems like it’d be pretty interesting, it’s our choice. If I can find a relatively short one or one in English I should be pretty much set. But also keep in mind I’m reading *a lot* for this class. Not to mention having other classes. And then she looks at us like “what’s the matter? What do you mean you haven’t heard of ______ and _____” and why haven’t we watched a gazillion movies about migration and read a thousand books about it? Clearly that’s the only thing we would be interested and her class is obviously the only one that should matter. We should supposedly be reading 3 to 4 books a month. *ALSO* she supposedly made a compendium we were supposed to get photocopied at the library. It’s not there? Well she left it with some teacher 2 years ago, I have absolutely no idea why it’s not there, but that’s not *her* problem. *We* had better figure out where all those readings went. Seriously woman. ARGsa;jr3’[q 32jeoifdkc; makes me soooo mad. RArh. Seriously. Ugh. She also kept us for 10 minutes after class was over. And was all like “so you should be here on time” and as an after thought, since she was 20-30 minutes late herself (I was 10 minutes early) she added that she would work on that, too. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Moving on though. After that class, which was a horror, I still had homework to do for my class in 2 hours because I was tired last night and didn’t feel like finishing the reading and writing up the summary. So I did that for like an hour and half. It was pretty interesting reading. The class is pretty easy all things considered so I’m not too worried about that class. It was probably a good way to debrief after that…atrocity.

Then I had an hour for lunch which was cheery, and Spanish class which was pretty fun. Our teacher was pretty chill and all. I think he gives us a little bit of slack since we don’t exactly know what we’re all doing. We’re actually going to change meeting times, too, from 3-5 to 2-4. That way we can all leave earlier (woo!)

In class today we actually read a story that I had already read in one of my other Spanish classes. So that was kind of odd because I sort of more or less vaguely remembered it, and some points more than others, but I didn’t feel like there were any comprehension or vocabulary problems on my part since I had already discussed it in another class. That’s okay though. Maybe I didn’t look too lost for once =D

For dinner tonight, somehow, which…I’m not quite sure how, but I ended up with a mango. Now, at first I’m thinking, okay, that’s cool. I like mango-flavored things. I probably wanted a little more for dinner than just a fruit but hey, no problem, I’m actually not all that hungry. So then I take a bite of this mango. Honestly, I’m going to put the taste of that fruit somewhere in between pumpkin and that little bit of throw up in the back of your throat that never quite rises to your mouth but leaves you wanting to gargle with Listerine. Mmmm yum. And I’m looking at this thing sliced up on my plate going, oh dear…I don’t know if I can eat this. So I’m a little ensnared. Do I like, swallow the little gooey pieces like pills? Maybe it’s going to make me sick? If I eat this one does this mean I have to eat another one later? Because I really don’t think I can handle this. So a few more slimy orange pieces spooned into my mouth and someone asks if I like it, which, at this point, I go with the truth “no…not so much.”

In the end, my abuelita ate the rest of the mango and preceeded to inform me that it was very delicious. There’s obviously something mildly wrong with my dislike of said mango, because I’m the first person they’ve ever had who hasn’t liked it. I’m not really sure what the deal was myself. But yeah. That’s the 411 on that.

So I’m going to take the rest of the night which is quickly waning to do a little pleasure reading as I am simply not reading for rural anthropology tomorrow because the photocopy figuring-out thing is too confusing and I had no idea what was going on. Oh-Well.

Cheers! <3 Kate