Here is my class schedule:
Monday: Music History 2
Spanish Grammar 3
Tuesday: French Language and Culture 1
Wednesday: Spanish Grammar 3
Thursday: Family as a Reality and Project
Friday: Ecology of Sea Communities
As you can see, the only class that I have more than once a week is my Spanish Grammar class. Which is one of my easiest classes, if not the easiest (thanks for being in Chile more than eight months now :O ). I have a total of 15 credits which is a really light load for me. Because this is my second semester here, I have to have a minimum of 15 credits instead of 16. One credit makes the difference of one more class, so I'm really happy about that. I explained in my last post about why I'm not taking a psychology class nor a gym class. All in all, I'm pretty happy with my schedule (minus the fact that I have class on Monday and Friday at 8:15am...meaning I have to wake up at 6:30am...hahaha...but hey, brings me back to the good ol' days of high school. oh my. haha).
The rest of my week will consist of Bible studies, youth group, and volunteer jobs. I'm not sure my volunteer job schedule, but I will be continuing to work at the girls' home this semester and probably working at a school or other program with special kids....I love them!
WOW! It's March 22nd today! That means...that in exactly 4 months from today I will be back at home in Warrenville, IL. CRAAAZZIIINESSSSS! I'm really not sure what to think about that. I will be absolutely ecstatic to see all my family and friends back home...and that it will be summer (as I will be leaving winter here). But, then, I try not to think about all the good bye's that I will have to say...oh boy...is that going to be hard or what! Really, though, God has blessed me INCREDIBLY here. I can't even describe it...I can only try. He has given me everything I've ever imagined and SO MUCH MORE. First off, He gave me an absolutely wonderful host family. I feel so much at home...around ALL of them. Also, God has blessed me with such amazing Chilean friends here. I feel like I've known them for so long! I feel like I'm never going to leave them...along with my host family...like I just live here and that they have always been apart of me. Yes, I am living here right now, and maybe they always have been apart of me and I just never knew it. haha. Or maybe not. But one thing for sure is that they WILL be always apart of me. That's certain. I don't know what I'm going to do when I leave them. I'll drown myself in my own tears, but when I get home, my family and friends will be there to save me. :) One of the very best parts of being here in Chile is realizing what I have back home waiting for me. My family and my family of friends. My parents. Ohhhh...my parents are "DA BOMB" (I told them that in an email I wrote earlier today). haha! But seriously, they are the best evvvaaaaa! They love unconditionally, they are so different from each other, but together, they make the best team in the world. I most definitely want to be just like them when I'm a parent. I'm so thankful for such wonderful examples to follow...again, God just keeps on blessing me.
I'd say the worst thing that has happened to me here in Chile was last week. Last week I went to the doctor's on Monday as I had this annoying cough for more than three weeks then. The diagnosis: allergies. What?! So now I'm taking an allergy pill once a day at night and an inhaler (both for a total of 15 days). The allergies should go away by then...I sure hope they do. Then the next day, Tuesday, I slept most of the day and did just enough to go to class in the afternoon. I thought that I wasn't feeling the best due to the medicine I was taking (as I never take medicine, so my body isn't used to it). Then, that Wednesday, in class, I got the worst chills I've ever had...my skin and nails turned a purple color...I started shivering. I looked around to see if it was cold in the room or if it was just me. I saw everyone else in short sleeve shirts---yep, it was just me. So I stuck out the class and right when it finished I got up slowly and headed home. Going home isn't as simple as walking across campus. I had to walk across busy streets, wait for the metro, take the crammed metro standing up as it was rush hour, walk up tons of stairs, walk across the busiest streets in Viña, and then I made it home. On a normal day, that's a no biggie...but I was feeling so weak and dizzy. The whole way home I prayed, "Lord, protect me...Lord, protect me...Lord, protect me..." And, He did...as I knew He would. :) I made it home just fine and then just as I got home I told my host parents that I thought I had a fever and wasn't feeling the best. Sure enough I had a 101 F fever. They took me to the Clinic (a private hospital, as the public hospitals here are really bad) and we had to wait over an hour to see a doctor. My host dad was more impatient than I was...me being the sicky. He would complain about the wait...get up and ask why it was taking so long...until I told him to be patient. I told him, "I'm being patient and I'm the one that's not feeling good, so, you can be patient too. :)" And I said it with a smile. hhehe He laughed and settled down. When we finally got to see the doctor. They took my temp. and it was 102.9 F. I didn't know how to say, "Codeine" (a medicine that I'm allergic to) in Spanish...so that made a scene. Then a pretty strong tremor hit and the Clinic shook. I was not feeling good at all, so when it hit, I was like, "T e m b l o r..." (most monotone voice ever with no emotion) and my host mom got a little worried but it passed in a couple seconds. [I've gotten so used to tremors here as they are very common. I actually kind of like them--they're fun. BUT, I've never experienced an earthquake, so I don't know what a tremor can become...which can be a good and bad thing. But to make everyone back home okay feel okay: I do know what to do/where to go/etc. in case of an earthquake and tsunami. So no worries.] Back to my story: Then they gave me ibuprofen for the fever and I started feeling better. It wasn't a reaction to the medicine I was taking. It was just a viral thing. I had to stay home and rest all day Thursday and if I was feeling okay, I could go to class on Friday...which I did. :) I was calm the whole time, besides a few tears of frustration and wanting my mommy. God is sooo good though. This is the first time I've been sick these whole eight months...so, I'd say I was on a roll up until now. Haha. I'm feeling a lot better today. My cough is pretty much almost gone (Thank the LORD!). I'm a little stuffy, but that passes quickly. :)
God is good. All the time. Todo el rato. jeje
I'm in this picture--I'm in the middle of this mob. You can see a piece of my hair. Behind the right shoulder of the guy in the striped shirt. |
"Hospital" majors! haha! We have: Nurse, Pharmacist, Doctor, Psychologists (Andrés and me), Dentist, and Physical Therapist. |
hahahaa!! My Chilean 'niece' and I. We rode in the trunk of their car to the train station. hahaha! |