confundido
Classes have started, and as you can guess, my stress levels have increased dramatically since then. I am not sure exactly how I am going to survive, considering that my spanish is at the level of perhaps a fifth grader.
Transantiago is the name of the new public transportation system put into place by the Chilean government. Today in a taxi - since all of the buses were full, packed with people so much so that the doors couldnt close - I saw a man crumpled flat on the ground, run over by a car. A policeman was there waving his arms or something, some cars were honking. I think I saw the man's hands move a bit. The driver proceeded to tell me that those pedestrians never respect the rules of the road, and that 90% of the times that he has seen those types of accidents, it is the fault of the pedestrian, and not the car. I will keep this in mind the next time I decide to jaywalk.
The metro was also filled to the brim. When the metro stops, the doors open, and you see all of these chileans staring at you, mute and stone-like, hundreds 'em. I had to kick some ass to get in(to the third metro that passed, and by kicking ass I mean I had to squirm to shove myself into a narrow nook). As a consequence, my back was pushed up against a wheezing fat guy who had to suck in his breath every time the doors closed, and of course, my backpack was rammed into my stomach. Two women were in front of me, but Lady Fortuna decided to give me enough room to put my hands unintrusively in front of myself to hold my backpack. Anything else would have been uncomfortable. I, of course, was 30 minutes late, but that was alright since the profesor didnt show up. Así es la vida en Chile.
I just got out of a class of ethics. I just wanted to try it out, see if I might be able to hack it. We started with Kant's big book on reason. I successfully attempted my sudden urge to laugh, but then was quickly put to sleep by the profound boringness of the professor. Reason, as it so seems, leads me to conclude that I will not be taking such a class.
I figure that the commute to the class this morning was horrible, but at least I understand the professor, in which case, I should take the class and wake up at the buttcrack of dawn. Good goddamn.