Carne y compañeros

Oh boy, here we go.


Monday:

Ugh, Mondays have been rough for me lately. Sunday night I found hamburger in my food, but figured it was a one-time accidental thing (possibly frying my food in the same pan after someone else made hamburgers?). Then, on Monday for lunch, I found a sausage. I had to toss out most of my dinner from the night before, as the sauce was obviously meaty, and then had to do the same when I found the sausage in the sausage sauce. I hadn’t had problems with this before, so I brought it up to my tica mom. First she told me it wasn’t meat, then she ate it and told me it wasn’t THAT much meat. She couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to eat it, because there was only some meat by mistake, and she brushed me off when I explained I didn’t eat anything with meat in it, and the sauce obviously had been cooked with meat. She figured it was okay, because she had made it for her granddaughter who stayed the night.

I wouldn’t have been so annoyed, granted there was a new student moving in that day and I knew she was distracted, but that morning I discovered why I magically was sleeping through my alarm the last four or five days. The snooze button on the top was completely smashed in, meaning the alarm wasn’t going off. I was able to fix the alarm, but I have no idea what happened to it. I asked my tica mom, and she told me that the electricity must have gone out. I explained it to her better, and she said she had no idea. I wouldn't have been angry if she had accidentally done it and told me, but not telling me and therefore facilitating a non-functioning alarm is quite a pain for a student. This is mostly hypothetical, because I will never really know what happened, but things rarely implode…

Yoga that night was freaky stuff. It was the Mayan calendar day for digestion, which focuses on how what we put into our bodies affects us (including emotions). That’s two Mondays in a row now that the yoga lesson has honed in on exactly what was bothering me. Which is good, but I almost started laughing when the instructor announced the focus of the class, as it was absurd how accurately it fit my mood.


Tuesday:

Next week is Semana U! Which means there will be concerts, food, T-shirts for sale, possibly more, and some professors don’t give class or homework. This is what I learned during my popular dance class :) I am going to grab some ticos to help me figure things out, it sounds fun!

My Organic Agriculture class was cancelled (surprise, surprise), and this time the reasoning made even less sense. The professor said he’d give class if four students showed up. We had three students waiting, and were hoping for a fourth, when the class assistant told us class was cancelled and she had sent out an e-mail to tell us. Except…no one got e-mails? She told me she sent me one at a little before 8 AM, but it turns out it didn’t come until almost 11 (hm, makes me wonder when she actually sent it). The other two students with whom I was waiting didn’t get e-mails, and she said that I had only received one because I had sent her an e-mail. I sent her an e-mail over two weeks ago, and then another one…Aaaanyways, everything is chaos, even the professor didn’t know what was happening, as he still thought there was class. Her wonderful news: class is now at 7 AM. This means I have classes, separated by two hour blocks, from 7 in the morning to 7 at night every Tuesday. The only thing that kept me sane is the discovery of a computer lab, thank you Organic Agriculture buddy. Now I have somewhere to wait between classes, at least, and I can actually start having an academic component to that class.

We got our study guide for our test in my Natural History class, and the professor told us we should work in study groups to complete it. Um…too bad I don’t know anyone in that class. I talked to him, and he told me he could make the announcement that the fluent English-speaker wanted to be part of a study group, but he ended up forgetting so I got up the courage to blurt it out at the end of class. Because all of the reading is in English, the other students were more than happy to let me into their study plans, and I finally talked to them. I told one student that I was shy, and he told me that everything would change on our field trip (coming up early May), and that everyone would become friends. That was my plan, good thing it'll work! Another student invited me to a talk a human development, but as an ecology-focused person who just wanted to make the bus before it left (and I had to wait another hour), I politely declined. We ended up talking for a while afterwards, he in English and I in Spanish, and I had to run to just baaarely catch the bus as it was pulling out of the stop. I love having good bus luck, and I’m so excited for the chance to get to know my classmates!