School Dayze

Weird day at school today. I went at 10, when I didn't even have classes, to check out some classes I could take to fill my hole of a schedule. When I arrived at the weaving class I wanted to talk, the teacher told me that there were ten people who also wanted my spot and that it was the school's birthday and I needed to go to the auditorium. OK.

Auditorium: All the professors in thier PhD/ Harry Potter suits, tons of kids sitting around. Speeches. Fourty five minute speech about the topic of a prizewinning book a professor wrote: the economic situation of Peru and Chile as a result of the Cold War. Chatted with Larissa Dugas, wife of my prof Dugas who's on sabbatical in Quito. Awkward and pleasant. Everyone files out of auditorium in a totally non-fire-safe way. In the courtyard, a rock band is playing "Superstition" and there is cake and champagne. (????) Many balloons are released. People get drunk. It is 11 in the morning. Classes are cancelled?

Lil' tipsy, I walk to the chinese food restaurant on campus. In line, I make friends with a freshman named Louisa who is wearing only a zip-up hoodie and a flower-printed bra. I can tell that's it, because I can see.

Food takes a long time. Have only 12 minutes to eat before class. It tastes excellent, and they even gave me gluten instead of meat, but I eat damn fast. Get to class. Feel insanely sick. Leave class, run to the closest bathroom in the architechure building. Tell the girls doing thier hair in the bathroom about what;s going to happen. Second puke in Ecuador! FTW!

Back to class. It rules. Contribute to discussion, conjugate correctly.

The rest of the day went whatever, I found a class (Drawing for Communication. I have no idea what it is, but it's my class.) I rode the bus to the clinic, chilled out with Jimmy and Kiki, was completly unable to follow the conversation. Chatted with Malcolm, claro que si. Bus ride home with madre. Now she's making a herbal tonic/bath thing so as to spiritually cleanse ourselves because its the beginning of the month. I don't quite have the heart to tell her that it's the second.

Also, I'm talking to Emily Hanneman right now, so that's sweet. A shout out to all my LAC friends, past and future.

Aight, I'm bout to watch Two and A Half Men, the most-loved show of Ecuador. Smell yous guys later.