Bailes populares

Today I met a really nice girl in my dance class, and she ate lunch with me (my first lunch where I wasn’t alone at the university ^_^). In my dance class, which is only a gym class when it really comes down to it, I had to fill out a form for research and get measured and weighed. Now I know that it will be an extra rigorous class so that research can show people who exercise lose weight ;)


Not much else extremely interesting happened today, besides a group of 50+-year-olds making me extremely frustrated. The class for organic agriculture that I’m auditing has an ‘automayores’ section, which is apparently just adult education. The adults that want to take the class pay a small fee for the semester and in turn learn something in which they’re interested. My frustration came from them talking while the professor was trying to lecture and asking incessant questions about the material before the professor had a chance to explain it, as well as asking question after question of related items (for example, the compostability of 15 different types of leaves). School is oh so different here, I don’t even know what to think anymore. I have decided not to adjust to the type of learning the automayores expect, and am going to start auditing the student class. I don’t like getting up before 7, to have the bus not show up so I have to catch a cab (THAT was an interesting experience), so that I can learn what composting is…again. The student class is in the afternoon, and apparently the pace of the class is a lot faster, so that is a double bonus. The triple bonus is that now my classes won’t be spread so far apart on Tuesdays (hurrah!). Also, I feel mean for being frustrated with a bunch of people just because class is social for them, and meant to teach them how to have a garden more than anything else. Shame on me, the uptight American.

There is another student now living in the house, so my quiet little upstairs is no longer just for me. He’s a little younger than me and from England, and is a great excuse for my tica mom to have meat in the house again. Sharing a bathroom with him is a bit weird…I haven’t had to share a bathroom with a guy since Eva kicked me out of our shared bathroom and had to use the tiny one my parents were sharing. Good times.

Tomorrow, back to the dance class (the one I’m actually enrolled in), this time with appropriate sportswear.