Spain Should Have Kissed You

Well, another day at the old grind. Meaning our second day of classes ever, we have not even been here three weeks, as you loyal #zayinspainers will know (here's looking at you, Mom). 

We started the day with a brief review of the syllabus for Latinamerican Literature, which looks like a pretty standard survey class, but we will be reading Diamela Eltit, who Professor Kirk mentioned last semester as being an also-ran for her syllabus, and I trust her taste. 

Making new friends!

That only lasted half an hour, so afterwards we got coffee with some of the other Americans from the class, some of whom we may like, some of whom we will never again be trusting with our ears or political opinions, but that's neither here nor there. We had to peace early to make it to Day 2 of Literary Theory, which is challenging as promised but after all we are in school.

A nice swim, then off to "Humanism to Dehumanization: A history of Art" which sounds like it's gonna be the shiiiit but possibly conflicts with our Spanish culture class, so we'll be having words with Ramiro tomorrow. Kathryn said art history was the most beneficial part of her semester abroad, and obviously I wanna heed that advice. 

Nothing wild after class, just the bus ride home--surprisingly speedy at non-rush hour--followed by a little siesta, aka three hours of reading John Green and watching Once Upon a Time. We take no pride in those activities, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, and the same holds true for 12" pop icon "Standees." 

Homework, dinner, homework, and then to bed. Livin' la vida loca.