Sunday. Sunday. Sunday. No, I am not talking about the Super Bowl.
Sunday is the day of rest. It's the day to sleep in and not check your email. It's a day to do all of your leftover work from the week. It's a calm, cool, and relaxed kind of day.
Except this Sunday I will be arriving from a solid 14 hours of air travel. Throttled and fueled by Red Bulls and black coffee, this Sunday I will finally be home. It still hasn't hit me yet that these 4 months actually went by with the blink of an eye. Even my professor said upon arrival in January that this will be the fastest 4 months of your life. Well, Monica, you were absolutely correct.
It's crazy to think that there is no more university after this. No more "let's skip class" or "Can I have an extension on this assignment?" Instead it's going to be "Do you want these papers filed tomorrow for the conference?" or "Should I be taking down meeting minutes?"
Changes are coming and they're inevitable. Becoming willing to accept the process of growing up and taking more responsibility can often be trying on your mental and morale. But that's life! That's how you get to know who your real friends are, how your family will have your back, and how you start doing some of the things that you never thought you could accomplish. Growth.
The Sunday I come back is also Cinco de Mayo. Sorry in advance, Jessica.
Monday, April 29, 2019
Sunday, April 21, 2019
T-Minus 2 or So
Less than 2 weeks left until I am home. Crazy to think that 4 months went by like...... dumb fast? Time chamber much?
I'm excited because I finally get to meet my baby sister. Same amount of excitement that I feel to see my dog (who recently just got put on CBD oil because of his arthritis)(my dad also asked me today if I know anything about the cannabis industry/cannabis stocks)(I'm more surprised than you are).
A very important week lies ahead of me... for reasons that I will not explain pub(I have a Skype interview with a job in DC that I REALLY want)lic.
Here's a small anecdote:
This past weekend I went to the park after buying Powerade and peanuts. The Powerade here tastes different, but that's besides the point. It was a tad bit chilly. Santiago was noticeably dead due to the departure of everyone and their grandmother leaving the city to celebrate the Easter holiday which pretty much lasts from the Thursday before Good Friday until the actual Easter holiday. Anyway, I go home. I was feeling colder than usual, but it's fall here so I thought that it just might be the weather getting to me. Later in the evening I go to change a light bulb in my bathroom, and I notice that my hands are OD cold off the early. Weird, right? Once again, didn't think too much of it.
Host parents call me up for dinner. I'm dressed in a skully, a fleece jacket, and sweatpants. Now I'm uber cold. I try eating, and the food just doesn't sit right. I eventually get that feeling that everybody gets the moment they start getting sick. The ominous headache god seems to creep up on you, the nose gets drippy, and your mood goes from 10 to -3 because you always hate getting sick.
I retire to my room. I start getting the cold shivers, per us(ual)(I love using parenthesis). I fall asleep for an hour, questioning whether I should just puke or lay there miserably in my bed. I decided to pull the trigger and let her rip. After the fiasco I lay on my bathroom floor, relieved and also intrigued on how much better I feel right after. That same night I slept for 4 or so hours because the neighbors were jamming heavy. Like, it's Saturday. I can't be mad about that.
The next day, my host mom tells me that she heard me in the bathroom and chuckled. HA!
I'm excited to go home. I'm excited to graduate. I'm excited to have a Cookout tray with a double burger with cheese, cheddar rounds, fries, and an Oreo milkshake. I can smell the peanut grease now.
I'm excited because I finally get to meet my baby sister. Same amount of excitement that I feel to see my dog (who recently just got put on CBD oil because of his arthritis)(my dad also asked me today if I know anything about the cannabis industry/cannabis stocks)(I'm more surprised than you are).
A very important week lies ahead of me... for reasons that I will not explain pub(I have a Skype interview with a job in DC that I REALLY want)lic.
Here's a small anecdote:
This past weekend I went to the park after buying Powerade and peanuts. The Powerade here tastes different, but that's besides the point. It was a tad bit chilly. Santiago was noticeably dead due to the departure of everyone and their grandmother leaving the city to celebrate the Easter holiday which pretty much lasts from the Thursday before Good Friday until the actual Easter holiday. Anyway, I go home. I was feeling colder than usual, but it's fall here so I thought that it just might be the weather getting to me. Later in the evening I go to change a light bulb in my bathroom, and I notice that my hands are OD cold off the early. Weird, right? Once again, didn't think too much of it.
Host parents call me up for dinner. I'm dressed in a skully, a fleece jacket, and sweatpants. Now I'm uber cold. I try eating, and the food just doesn't sit right. I eventually get that feeling that everybody gets the moment they start getting sick. The ominous headache god seems to creep up on you, the nose gets drippy, and your mood goes from 10 to -3 because you always hate getting sick.
I retire to my room. I start getting the cold shivers, per us(ual)(I love using parenthesis). I fall asleep for an hour, questioning whether I should just puke or lay there miserably in my bed. I decided to pull the trigger and let her rip. After the fiasco I lay on my bathroom floor, relieved and also intrigued on how much better I feel right after. That same night I slept for 4 or so hours because the neighbors were jamming heavy. Like, it's Saturday. I can't be mad about that.
The next day, my host mom tells me that she heard me in the bathroom and chuckled. HA!
I'm excited to go home. I'm excited to graduate. I'm excited to have a Cookout tray with a double burger with cheese, cheddar rounds, fries, and an Oreo milkshake. I can smell the peanut grease now.
Monday, April 8, 2019
San Pedro De Blah Blah Blah Pt. 2
San Pedro de Atacama. Guanacos. Burros. They all mean the same thing.
This weekend was FA. We camped under some of the best skies to see the stars, we went to a real live geyser, and went off-roading in the rental car that the employee told us not too. A solid 10/10 experience.
When I say that these skies were clear, I'm saying that I could see the Little Dipper in full definition along with other parts of Orion's belt. To top it all off, I saw my first shooting star. I would say what my wish was on the star but that would be super lame of me on my own behalf.
I believe that I saw my first ever volcano (from afar) also. Just like all of the other ice-capped mountains/mountainous objects that were in Atacama, their views were unreal.
If I'm gonna keep talking about firsts, this was also my first time camping. I don't know how I've made it this far without camping, but we're going to act like I am a veteran at it and overlook the fact that I had to covertly use my host family's sleeping bag. We fit 3 people in a smaller sized tent on the rocky desert ground. La mayoridad de nuestro grupo no les trajeron una almohada a ellos mismo.
The majority of the group didn't bring a pillow for themselves. But that really didn't matter.
26ish days until graduation.
Thursday, April 4, 2019
San Pedro De Blah Blah Blah
It's a very gloomy Thursday in Santiago today. This whole week outside of my classroom there has been a party that is supposed to be encouraging the students at UNAB to get tested for HIV/AIDS. Honestly, that's not that bad of an idea. Apparently there has been a very sharp uptrend in HIV/AIDS cases in Chile, so why not make something that seems so scary and pretty bleak seem like a social event under the guise of a DJ, cheerleaders, table tennis, and soccer-tennis? I don't see why not!
Later today I will be boarding a flight to San Pedro de Atacama with some of the fellow gang members. Very hesitant at first to partake in this weekend trip, but very glad that I was able to take a RISK FOR ONCE.....(!!!!!!!!!) Should be a very, very good time. Camping under the clearest skies in the world? Say less.
In less than 4 weeks I will be back home in the 804. How do I feel? A plethora of emotions could describe it. Excited, to say the least. This is the longest that I haven't seen my friends in like, ever? Maybe? Sad isn't the word, but the phrase "not mad, just disappointed" might sum up other feelings that I feel as if I am feeling, ya feel? These 4 months flew by. To put a blanket over it I am glad to be going to my HOME home but blown because I'll be leaving some really great relationships that I've made while being here. However, I am acting like I will not be able to visit them in the future as time goes on. To each's own, I guess.
I also just ate a chicken empanada. I think that Professor Paarlberg was right when saying that Chile has the best of them (at least I think that's what he said?).
Later today I will be boarding a flight to San Pedro de Atacama with some of the fellow gang members. Very hesitant at first to partake in this weekend trip, but very glad that I was able to take a RISK FOR ONCE.....(!!!!!!!!!) Should be a very, very good time. Camping under the clearest skies in the world? Say less.
In less than 4 weeks I will be back home in the 804. How do I feel? A plethora of emotions could describe it. Excited, to say the least. This is the longest that I haven't seen my friends in like, ever? Maybe? Sad isn't the word, but the phrase "not mad, just disappointed" might sum up other feelings that I feel as if I am feeling, ya feel? These 4 months flew by. To put a blanket over it I am glad to be going to my HOME home but blown because I'll be leaving some really great relationships that I've made while being here. However, I am acting like I will not be able to visit them in the future as time goes on. To each's own, I guess.
I also just ate a chicken empanada. I think that Professor Paarlberg was right when saying that Chile has the best of them (at least I think that's what he said?).
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