casi nueve semanas. que loco. si po.

Not much has been going on here. School has really been keeping me busy. I handed in my first paper last week, and I just had my first test on Tuesday. Ugh. That was pretty awful. There was this multiple choice section, but it was impossible to tell the differences between the choices. It was a little like this: Which of the following statements are correct?
A. The apple is red.
B. Red is the color of the apple.
C. There is an apple here, and it has a reddish tint.
D. The apple is rotten.
E. Supermarkets sell apples.
Choose from:
1. A,B,E
2. A,C,E
3. A,D,E
4. B,C,D
5. B,C,D,E
Seriously. It was like that. So, needless to say, I did quite a bit of guessing. But the teacher is really understanding about the whole language barrier deal, so it'll be interesting to see what kind of grade I get.

When I got home that night, I pretty much just collapsed on the couch. Then Montse came over to me and kissed the very tip of my nose. My heart almost melted. It almost makes up for her screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night twice a week. Not that I don't love that.

On a completely different note, there is the subject of the crowdedness in the Santiago public transportation vehicles. Never have I ever felt like a sardine until coming to Chile. For those of you who don't know, I was trapped on an Italian elevator during Rome's hottest summer with 6 other people, and I can truthfully say I had more space in that tiny elevator than I do in my daily commutes. No one ever talks on the metros or micros (but if they do, they whisper) so everyone stands there with their arms at their sides, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone else. Awkward much? Yes. Anyways, so that kind of stinks, but I don't mind too much. The thing that bugs me though is when people try to move past me in a crowded micro. They can obviously see that there is no space to move to yet they still growl "Permiso!" and push and shove until they get by me, which puts me awkwardly close to the smelly old Chilean man happily sitting in seat. Gah. Today, the micro was so packed that I couldn't even get in far enough to swipe my bus pass (the "tarjeta BIP!"). Where did that put me? Squeezed between a glass door and a very tall man, that's where. Really, I turned my head to look the other way, and when I tried to turn back, my ear got caught inside his jacket, which lead to uncomfortable giggles and hasty "lo siento"s.

So, other than that little rant, there's not much going on right now. But I wanted to write a wee something just to let you know I'm still doing okay.


Mucho amor a todos