Spain Thing

Man oh man, a full day, if not particularly captivating. After rising with the dawn, we headed off to school a little early so we had time to figure out Spanish Printing. It's only a couple of cents per page, like at home, but gone are the days of dropping by Whispers on the way to class to run off your essay with the help of your all-purpose WUSTL ID.

Not that that ever really works anyway. But the potential is there.

This computer lab is empty!!

Here, there's some website called PrintCopyRed (red=internet) where you can upload your documents, then you go to the photocopy center on campus, give them your passcode, have them print it off, and pay your 2 centimos or whatever. The trouble is they're not always open.

Luckily, this morning, they were, and off we went to Latinamerican Lit, our Borges response paper in hand. This was followed by Lit Theory (our one all-Spaniard class), where we spoke up for the first time with a comment of the utility of literary genres. My heart has never pounded so hard.

After class, we swung by Ramiro's office, where we FINALLY got our course credit shit sorted out. There's this program called the Passport to Culture that lets you earn credit for going to museums and shows and lectures and stuff, so we're going to give that a shot. We also signed up for a Photoshop seminar, which is supposed to start meeting on Tuesdays.

But, after a swim and Zumba, when we traipsed off to the designated computer lab, the workshop was nowhere to be found. So instead, we just chilled in the lab, did some homework, checked out course listings for next semester (The Literature of Gossip in Early Modern England??), and headed home.

 Some kid puked on the metro, but he missed my shoes, so joke's on you, nauseous seven-year-old.