Everybody Wants to Rule the World

*This blog post was actually written between the 17th and 19th of August*

It is a brand new day! Today it is cold and raining. I am in the center and the probability of there being another student protest is 100%. The reason why I am so happy (even though there will be a protest and I will be in the epicenter of it) is because I am currently at the Ex-Congreso Nacional watching my students debate for the second day straight. The time has finally come. They are participants in the MOEA (Model Organization of American States) and they are representing the great nation of Jamaica. My kids have been working diligently and although sometimes I may have lost my patience with them during this process, they are doing an amazing job. They are debating issues Jamaica is facing today. They are arguing for education reform, reducing poverty, and fighting against injustices Jamaicans are faced with every day. They have been drafting resolutions and speeches non-stop. They are collecting signatures from other states, and at lastly (but not the least) they are speaking like diplomats! Even only the teachers and directors at my school could see them debate. Also, my kids are dressed to the Nines. They have to come to the debates dressed like the diplomats. The boys are wearing suits and ties and the girls have been wearing suits and heels as well. They look totally different from they look during the school day. Even I, myself, am required to come dressed formally. My feet are killing me (which means I am finally putting my heels to goos use). I learned from yesterday not to arrive to work wearing my heels. I should have known better, but I did not know if wearing gym shoes to an event would have been a faux-paux (especially when entering a government building).

Although I am excited for my students, I feel out of place. Yesterday, the MOEA moderators (students from the Universidad de Chile) confused me with some the high school students and most of the professors from the other schools here are old enough to be my parents. I spoke to one woman yesterday, but other than that, I have not done much speaking. I need to find my niche. I wonder if I am putting out the same stand-offish vibe I supposedly sent out back on the Hill. When I had to attend an orientation for the program, there was only one other professor who spoke with me (I know he meant well, but he kind of was a creeper), but unfortunately his school is no longer participating in the simulation. Everyone assumed they were going to participate, but was surprised to see they did not arrived. We have a feeling they dropped out because their school is still in toma. Unfortunately for the schools who happen to be in toma during this time are at risk of losing their academic year. What this means is they will have to repeat the year . Juniors will remain juniors (this is an example) for another year and also they will be in school all year long (meaning no winter or summer vacations). Some people even say they will have to extend the school week from five to six days and may be even a longer school day as well. Never did I think I would say I miss my creepy friend. Sure, he reminded me of two people I would not want to see again or run into when I have had a drink or two and sure he talked about things I pretended to only have interest in because I didn’t have the heart to tell him I could care less (the Chileans are sensitive about those kinds of things), but he was polite.

Yesterday, another professor had the nerve to get mad at me because I would not let her borrow my pen. I gave her the piece of paper I had in my hand (I want to write one of my kids a note). Wasn’t that enough? I think it was the way she asked me for the pen and the piece of paper which did rub me the wrong way. She did not ask “May I please have your piece of paper?” She instead commanded “Give me your piece of paper that you have in your hand.” When she saw the pen in my hand, she then said “Let me use your pen.” I told her “Sorry but I am about use it so I write my kid a note.” She scoffed and said , “Are you serious?” I responded, “Yes. I am sorry, but I really need to use MY pen to write my kid a note.” Offended, she replied, “Ugh. Thanks alot” and then proceeded to take a pen from her bag and walked away. I mean, seriously, she couldn’t just do that in the beginning to avoid the whole confrontation. Just because someone asks if they can borrow something does not mean the response is automatically yes. Sometimes it is No. I have avoided having to be in the same room with her. She can give me all the dirty looks she wants, but those looks do not make me feel guilty about not lending her my pen. When you assume, you only make an ass out of “you” and “yourself.” I know the cliche saying does not go along those lines, same difference. That is my philosophy and I am sticking to it. About fifteen minutes, my kids are going to have a coffee break and I am going to ask them how they feel the debates within the respective commissions are going. I am so proud of them. They are learning about the complexities of the world they are surrounded by and are inevitably a member/product of.

Continuing this post at 1:08pm (EST), the General Commission just voted on Costa Rica, Mexico, Honduras, Paraguay, and Jamaica’s Resolution. I am so proud of my kids! They had it approve with hardly opposition and I know they worked so hard on their resolution. A couple of the kids barely slept because they wanted to make sure the resolution is perfect. Right now, the kids are voting for the President and Vice President for next year’s commission. I wonder if any of my kids nominated themselves for the presidency of the commission? I will find out right now. Side-note ... nothing having to do with the presidency, but with the other professors. A few of the women professors can be just as catty and gossipy as some of the high schoolers they teach. I guess I include myself in this group because I am making remarks about them here on my post instead of to their faces, but whatevs. I, at least, acknowledge what I am doing and I don’t walk around making myself seem better than everyone else. I know this mean. I apologize, but no one intimidates me while I wear my heels, I am a tower. I am approximately 5’9” with my shoes on. I am a GIANT! Then again, Chileans are not very tall and I am already taller than many Chileans I know (I am only 5’6”).

4:03pm I do not know how people can walk in heels all day and not complain! I am in so much pain. Never again will I try to break in new shoes in the center of Santiago during the winter and while it is raining. Even when I am sitting my feet in pain. It is indescribable. Tomorrow will be the last day of this torture. Even if I decide to wear my flats tomorrow, it will be intolerable. I wonder if I can get away with wearing my TOMS. Hopefully, it will not be raining tomorrow. Hopefully, I will be able to go home early since this is supposed to be wrapping up around 1:30-2:00pm at the latest.

It's a Cold and It's a Broken Hallelujah

On top of me not proof-readin my blog posts, I do a poor job of not updating my blog on a regular basis. It's been a little more than a month since my last post and things continue to happen. Well, life goes on whether or not I update my blog, but since I do not keep journals or jot down notes, I would like to look back on something when I return to the States and I am feeling nostalgic. I have since returned to work and the students are still going strong. I feel sometimes the protests have become more aggressive. When I say that, I do not mean the students themselves, but there are people who like to infiltrate the peaceful movements and (excuse my language here) fuck shit up. There may be one or two students who act stupidly as well, but the majority of people who destroy city property and throw molotov cocktails are hooligans. They are people who do not want change, but just need a reason who cause havoc. I have heard of stories where these people loot stores and when they are done with that, they will set things ablaze. This is not the work of the student demonstrators.

The students who protest are doing so for a purpose. They want better schools. They want more money to be pumped into the education system. Socialism is not that bad, people. The people in American government who think socialism is bad, who think it is just another name for communism, do not understand the true definition of socialism. I am not a fan of "Super Congress" or government telling me who I can or cannot marry, but I am also not a fan of government privatizing and selling everything nor am I a fan of welfare or Affirmative Action (I may be center-left, but there are things I do not agree with the Left). There has to be a balance somewhere in the middle.

The Piñera Administration refuses to put any more money into education because they feel it is not their responsibility to do so. They also refuse to put money into other social programs as well: Firefighters, Police, Streets and Sanitation. What would American conservatives like Michelle Bachmann, Rick Santorum, and Rick Perry say in this instance? This is not their responsibility? As much as they may think Socialism is wrong, this is an aspect of Socialism. American conservatives (not all, but a number of them) turn to Chile saying Free-Market Capitalism works. Privatize everything. They only see what they want to see (Hear No Evil, See No Evil). The American Public Education System is not that much better than the Chilean Education System, but to call the Chilean education system "terrible" is an understatement. There are so many kids not getting the attention they need and they are slipping through the cracks. There are so few in this country who can afford a private education and it is so difficult for those who cannot afford a private education to receive a decent education. There is a huge gap between rich and poor in this country just like in the United States and it is even more difficult in this country to move up from one socioeconomic class to another. It is difficult to try to better one's situation. I am exhausted of having to deal with the protests on the a weekly basis and I am tired of having to deal with tear gas when I am walking to work or when I am on the train, but hopefully these protests will not be in vain. Hopefully, they will have a great impact. The Arabs have their Spring, but the Chileans have their winter. As the darkness and cold go away, we can only hope and await for light.

La Educación Chilena no se vende... SE DEFIENDE!!!

I began this blogpost las week, but I could not complete it because I was so upset and frustrated. The situation which I wrote about has not been resolved and hopefully I will find out soon if I will be able to return to my normal work life.

As of 2:00am (EST) this morning, my school has been in toma. It's less of a toma and more of a coup d'état. There has been a handful of students who not only manipulated the administration, but also their own student government, and parents and they took over the school. More than 200 schools across the country (somewhere around 220+) are either in paro or toma. The administration was shocked because they had been in dialogue with the Student Council they were optimistic that they were going to come to a compromise that would have made both sides happy. Unfortunately, whatever work the student government did and wanted for the student body has gone out the window. I woke up this morning hopeful.  I got ready for work, walked out the house and walked the 2.1 km I walk every morning to work. I was in a good mood and ready to meet with my kids from 3˚ Medio who will be participating in the MOEA at the Universidad de Chile. When I was about a block away from work, I saw the librarian waiting outside and talking on her cellular phone. She looked preoccupied. I figured I would ask her what was wrong when I would reach the school. By the time I arrived, I did not have to ask. The school was in toma.

We wanted to know who had taken the school and we wanted to know if the student government was involved. They were not. The kids arrived not knowing what the situation was. They were being interrogated by the faculty because the faculty assume they knew who was responsible. They knew about as much as we knew. Everyone was upset and parents of the preschoolers and kids in the elementary grades were furious. They were furious and outraged because they brought their kids assuming they would have a place to go while they go to work. They assumed their kids were going to be getting breakfast and lunch because these were meals they knew their kids were going to be guarantee d. When the parents would not leave, some of the kids who were responsible for the toma came out of the school to talk to the parents. They told the parents they could leave the kids with them. There "were" teachers inside of the school. The faculty, however, stepped in when they heard this. They told the parents there were absolutely no teachers inside of the school and unfortunately they would have to take their children back home. As we continued to look at the school, we began to recognize who were the students. The majority of them were kids from 8˚ Basico and 1˚ Medio. These were the kids who had wanted to take the school last week when the kids from 3˚ Medio did want to take the school. We were disappointed.

If the kids wanted to protest, they did not have to take the school. They could have gone to the center and participated in the demonstration that was taking place at the same time. Now, I am in the center while the protest is taking place. I took the metro to an internet cafe (where I am currently typing this) and I am away from the action. There are thousands of people in the street: students, professors, etc. wanted their voice and sentiments to be heard and felt. They want to let the government know they are not happy with the Chilean education system. They want to let Education Minister Lavin know education should not be private and bought, but should be made public and free. Knowledge is power, but I do not think that paros and tomas are the answer. Halting class and preventing teachers from doing their jobs is not the way to get a message across, especially if the message is they want a better education system.

Hey! Teachers! Leave them Kids Alone!

So, if anyone loves enough out there, I would like "The Book of Mormon" Soundtrack. I love it when people do not take religion so seriously. Religion is great, but also Religion should be respected and not forced down other people's throats. It's a little crass (what I just said) but it is true. There is no one right way to God. I respect other people's right to practice or not practice any one particular faith, but also respect what I believe. Onto other news. Currently, if you have not been keeping up with the news here in Chile, let me you an update. There is a volcano in the South that has erupted and has been affecting flights going to Argentina, Uruguay, and Australia. The winds have carried ash to two of the three countries and may be affecting Copa America which is to be held in Mendoza, Argentina in about a month. That is not the only thing that is going on in the country. Let me share with you all some good news before I get to the nitty-gritty.

My school will be participating in an OAS simulation. OAS is the Organization of American States and my school will be presenting the great nation of Jamaica. The simulation is very similar to a model UN and this is the first time something like this is being done outside of the United States. This is the first simulation in all of Latin America. If it works here, chances are it will repeat itself again, but not only here in Chile, but in Peru, Bolivia, Argentina, etc. I am excited for my kids. They are pioneers and I only expect the best from them. They are excellent students and so incredibly intelligent. I hope I don't fail them as a monitor. I have been dong what I can to help them. I have e-mailed people who work for the OAS, e-mailed people who work for the Jamaican government, e-mailed the Jamaican Consulate here in Santiago. I have also translated information from both the State Department and CIA's factbook websites. I want them to be prepared as they possibly can be because they are going up against some competitive schools. They are going up against Instituto Nacional, which is a school that has produced 18 of Chile's presidents and the British School from Punta Arenas, a private school that has been funded by the British government.

The simulation is being facilitated by the Universidad de Chile. An American equivalent would probably be any Ivy League school. The kids are excited, but also nervous. Nervous because they are going up against some of the best school in country and because their school is not well-known. My kids are amazing and they have nothing to worry about. They are going to do great. Now... onto the nitty-gritty.

Currently, there are over 180 schools across the country that are in "Toma." "Toma" literally means "Take over." The schools have been taken over by the students in protest. What are they protesting exactly? That is a good question. The universities are protesting against the following: Privatization of the schools, the construction of the Hydroaysen plant in Patagonia, and the Paso Escolar for public transportation. I agree that something needs to be done about the Education system here in Chile. It makes the US public education look incredible. Classrooms are overcrowded, sanitary conditions are questionable (in some school), bullying and student violence is a major problem, and there is the issue of education resources that are available to the working and lower class. There isn't enough. Money has not been pumped into the schools since the 1960s and many schools that were damaged by last year's earthquake have not been repaired.

My school currently is in "paro." A "paro" means halt. A school goes into a paro before it goes in toma. A paro means classes are suspended and gives time for the faculty and administration to review the students' demands. The administration has until the end of the day to agree to the students' demands. If the administration agrees, then the school is not taken over. If the administration does not agree, then the school is in toma. The administration, faculty, and staff are not allowed in the school and the gates and entrances are barricaded with desks and chairs from classrooms. As an American with a different background and perspective, this is all new to me. This is something that would never happen in the States. It might happen at one or two schools, but it would be an isolated occurrence and there will be intervention by law enforcement and there would be consequences. Things are not so bad within the education system in the States that it would cause the students to revolt... or are they? I understand teachers striking for education reform, but when they strike, it is usually for higher wages. This is an interesting time to be a teacher here in Chile.

In addition to this paro/toma, the number of days the school is in toma, those days the students missed from classes, they will have to make them up during their winter vacation. I was told that five years ago, when the schools were in toma then, the kids missed so much school that they had to attend during their summer break. This is something that would not happen EVER in the US. This is all foreign to me. My only question, a question no one seems to know how to answer,  is what happens after the toma? Are the students in trouble? Does life go back to normal. It is an interesting time indeed. I will keep you all posted on how things turn out here. My school has until 5pm today to agree or disagree.

Be it good or bad, a revolution is brewing and I hope this government will hear the cry and pleas of its people.

Was it Love or Fear of the Cold that led Us through the Night?

I've realized that I should probably proof-read my blogposts and make sure they make sense before I post them... the emphasis here is on "should," but I probably will not. Thank you all for excepting as I am. The weather is finally changing and it is freezing. Well, freezing at least in my office and every other building in Santiago because the Chileans do not believe in insulation. It is weird to know we were transitioning into Winter and it is going to be June. I never thought I would have to wear a scarf, coat, hat, and long-johns at the ending of May. Usually, I am complaining about the heat and humidity in Chicago or how I am fortunate that I have never spent the summer in the Deep South. I am at my school and it is incredibly difficult to concentrate because it is so cold. Fortunately, today is Tuesday which means there is class until l:00pm, but unfortunately it means there are meetings after 2:30pm until 5:30pm.

I would personally thank Meghan Tobin for introducing Mumford & Sons into my life in back in September. "Sigh No More" has become Album of the Month. Not really a light-hearted album, but I think it is the perfect album for the changing seasons. Why is that certain artists like Mumford & Sons seem more appropriate to listen to during a certain season? For example: Bon Iver and Fleet Foxes are ideal for the cold weather. Maybe it is the acoustic guitars and their hauntingly vocals. Who knows, but long story short, I am in love with Mumford & Sons. Thank you once again Meghan Tobin! I send peace and love to you and Heather in Managua.

Work has been good. I am participating more in the classes and taking more of an active teaching role in the English classes. I have found out what my kryptonite is: 4th grade. Those kids are terrible and when I say "terrible" it is an understatement. Give me high schoolers any day of the week, just not middle-school. Maybe this is my penance for being such a hell-raiser and giving some of my teachers a hard time. The most difficult thing for me is not losing my cool. I try to keep my composure, but I find myself yelling and having to stop class because the kids will no settle down. My throat hurts at the end of the day because shouting, yelling, and talking so much. The English classes with the immigrant women on the weekends are swell as well. There is more structure and organization now. I think I kind of know what I am doing with them now. It only took a little over 3 months, but I am finally getting a hold of my service work. Teaching English to the women is different from teaching Kids English. I think it is because the women are choosing to learn the language while the kids are obligated. When there is freedom, people are willing to learn.

Last night, my community had our first session of spiritual direction and it was amazing. It was relaxed and in an informal setting. There was no pressure in having to share and it felt good to talk about some of the obstacles and challenges I have been faced with with a third party. It felt good to share and not feel like I was being judged. It felt good to share and not worry if someone's feelings were going to be hurt by the things I shared. It was good share how the past six months have been going so far (for me, at least). I can't believe I have been here for almost six months. The 8th of June will be six months. Wow! The time is just flying by and it is crazy to think that I am a quarter of the way done with my time here. It is crazy to think too that the new volunteers who are coming December will be attending BIG-O in a little over a month. The time is going by so quickly. Some days go by so quickly that I do not realize how fast they go until the day is over.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T Find out what it means to Me

It's been a long while since my last blog post. Let's see what has happened since the last time I posted: I went to Lollapalooza, the US dollar is incredibly weak against the Chilean peso, a tornado ripped through Northern Alabama, Prince William and Kate Middleton were married, civil disobedience still going on in the Middle East, Blackhawks lost, Bulls are doing well, Gas prices are insane right now in the United States, Obama released his Birth Certificate, Donald Trump is running for President as a Republican, Osama bin Laden has found and killed sending Obama's approval ratings sky high. That is what has been going on since the last time I written the world. Also, My community recently learned the names of the new volunteers that will be joining our community is December (Snaps)!

Work-wise, I have been working with the immigrants off and on since March (I have more volunteers from the States... yay!) and things at my school are kind of crazy right now. Both good and bad. I went on my first school retreat with 1˚ Medio and it went well. When we were at retreat, a majority of 2˚ Medio skipped school, and currently 3˚ Medio is in trouble because something that happened with one of the kids (which involved his book-bag being stolen and later being thrown on top of the roof of the school).

Lately, I have become frustrated with some of my work. Some of the work that I have been doing feels like "dirty work" or work that no one else wants to do. I get it, but I don't want that to be my only work and that I don't want that to be routine. Also, Chileans like to "assume" things. Don't assume, because then you make an ass out of you and me (really, you and yourself). But sometimes, I feel like decisions are made without my knowledge and then people assume that I know what is going on. I don't know what is going on and I am only one person. I cannot do the work of an entire office.

 Another thing that has been going on at work is my relationship with one of the teachers. Let's just say that there is no relationship. I have gone out of my way to avoid this person. I don't acknowledge them. Don't even say "hello," "good-bye," and I don't even ask how they are doing. This person likes to talk behind my back. They makes fun of me for being an American. They talk about the way I ate, the way I speak, the way I sniffle (Recently, I was sick with cold) and they all these things behind my back. They think I don't hear it, but I do. It's ridiculous. This person is old enough to be either my parent or grandparent (and I am going with the latter... my parents are kind of young).

Sometimes, I want to go up to this person and say "WTF?!" but it would only add fuel to the fire. This person is a respected teacher, but I am going to start asking questions to see if this is their personality or if they are just targeting me, because if it is just me, excuse my language here, but I take shit from no one.
I know I am not Chilean (I never said I was and I don't try to be), I know my Spanish is kind of rough (I never said I spoke it perfectly), but I came to this country to work. I don't have to be liked, but I do demand respect. Sigh. I feel better now after ranting. Other than that person, I love the people I work with. I look forward going to work. I love the kids I interact with on a daily basis. Looking at this experience, I am thinking about going into the education field. I think I could probably make as a high school teacher. Elementary and Middle School, not so much, but high school, yes.

Community is good and I am enjoying my time with Catherine and Jake. We do have our differences, but I love them. It is great to come back to my community after a long day of work. I love being American. I love knowing that I am not alone out here. I love getting to share this experience with them and being on this journey with them. I am excited for the new JVs. Although, I am experiencing this rough patch with a colleague and some of my work, I wouldn't change this experience, these next two years for anything else. I trust in God and know with them, I will be okay.

LIVE THE FOURTH!

Delivering Signs and Dusting from Their Eyes

So, it has been forever and a day since I last posted. Well, okay, not forever and a day, but you know it has been awhile. Life can just get so crazy and hectic sometimes and sometimes there isn't much to write about. Since the last time I posted, we moved from the house Jake, Cati, and I were staying in (Casa Pudahuel) and moved into the new JV House (located in Estacion Central). It still is in its beginning stages, but it definitely looks livable now (Jake and Cati washed their bedroom floors by hand; same with the bathrooms and I have swept like I have never swept before). Santiago is quite a dusty city and no matter how much you think you may have cleaned your house, there is still more work to done. We washed and painted walls and had to ordered gas tanks (gas lines installed in homes is a luxury). Also, we now stand in solidarity with the other international communities (like we weren't in solidarity with them already) in the sense that we are now an internet-free house! I will now be mooching wifi from local cafes and from work (Work will be an entirely different paragraph in this very post). 

After living in the house for a couple of days (this was at the beginning of the month), we went on holiday to the South of Chile. It was a 10-day adventure and every moment of it was an experience. Let's start off with the bus trip down. The first city on our trip was Valdavia. Valdavia is about 12 hours south of Chile. Those who know me well know that I get motion sickness. I bought 7.000 chilean pesos worth of medication to put me off of my misery on the way down. It did its job (it put me out for 6-8 hours) and when I awoke, we were an hour outside of Valdavia. We arrived at the bis terminal, had some tea and coffee, and then got a micro to go to our hostel. When we arrived at our hostel, we told the workers there that we had made reservations online. They did not have our reservations. After a brief squabble with them, they gave us our room. It was decent and quite cozy. Our first night there, we met a ex-patriate from Great Britain who was now living in Spain. She was doing a tour of Chile before returning to Europe. 

That night, I wanted to shower. The last time I had showered was two and a half days before arriving in Valdavia. When preparing to shower, I was greeted to a bathroom with no curtains or blinds and with a floor that had more water on it than the bathtub had in it. I took a quick shower, dressed, and then went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, I wasn't feeling too hot. I got dress and went down to the basement to use the computer. I was greeted by two Chileans and an Argentine. I could not, for the life of me, understand the Chileans (Chilean Spanish is one of the most difficult to understand), but the Argentine was definitely easier understand. The men had been drinking homemade hard cider while talking with the Argentine. One of the Chileans then turned his attention to me and offered me a drink. I figured "Why not? When in Rome."The drink had an interesting aroma with a hint of fermented fruit. It was more bitter than it was sweet. All in all, it was definitely better than having to drink PBR or High Life. 

As the day went on, my community mates and I traveled outside Valdivia to visit Kunstmann brewery, a Valdavian staple, and a must-do recommended by our ICC. When we arrived, we learned the brewery had been turned into a museum, but the restaurant portion still was in order order. Jake and I ordered two massive beer steins while Cati had a Coca Light (We were a little disappointed in her, but who are we to judge?) and top our massive meals that followed, we shared kutchen. It was fun and afterwards, we headed back to the hostel. When we returned to our room, the Brit ex-patriate was gone and now in her place was the Argentine and two Swiss backpackers. While I continued to talk with the Argentine, Jake and Cati introduced themselves to the Swiss. I hung out with the Argentine for most of the night and learned about each other's backgrounds. She told me the reason why she doesn't get close to farm animals (the reason being because you might eat them one day). There was also a pow-wow outside. We met up with one of the Chileans again and found out that he actually works at the hostel. He handed us some more of his homemade brew (this wine and fruit). After awhile, both the Argentine and I were tired  so we decided to go to bed. 

When I awoke the next morning, I was feeling worse than I did the day before. I could no longer deny that I had a cold. If that wasn't bad enough, that day, the very same day, I was going a 5-hour boat tour with Cati and Jake. A cold + motion sickness = misery. I did my best to put on a brave face, but it wasn't enough. I was feeling nauseous because of the rockiness of the water and I felt feverish. How I regretted the boat trip only two hours in (Upside: the meal I had on the trip was one of the most delicious I have had while in Chile). After the boat tour, we headed back to the hostel and shared a meal with the Swiss and one o f the hostel workers (a German... I feel so worldly). The next morning, we were on a 3-hour bus ride down south to Puerto Montt. We waited there for a friend and while we waited, we tried to look for a place that had internet). We couldn't find one and at this point I just wanted to rest. I didn't care where, but as long as I could sit down and not be bothered. 

It was a hole-in-the-wall type of place. Their menu was limited and it seemed like the kind of place that you would expect to see at the beginning of a horror film that would foreshadow what it is to come. As Cati and Jake were discussing what would be our next move, I just zoned out. Morale was definitely at its lowest point. They asked me what I felt like doing and I told them “I could give two [expletives] about what we do. I’m just miserable right now.” I guess I kind of freaked them out, but long story short. I think after a few days of rest and more medication, I was feeling better. Once we returned to Santiago, things definitely felt a whole lot better. I love nature and all, but not when I am sick. I was glad to return to the smog, head, and noise that is Santiago.

So, I began writing this post almost two weeks ago (today is the 11th of March) and I began work at my school. I love it. The teachers and staff are amazing and I am looking forward to the year. I have been given so much work and it seems overwhelming (which it is), but I am excited. In addition to putting liturgies together and being in charge of the catechism classes, I have been also put in charge of teaching kids Church doctrine and during faculty meetings, teaching the adults more about Ignatian Spirituality and Jesuit philosophy. I am probably going to go on a power trip because here the kids do not call their teachers “maestro” but they call them “profesor.” I don’t need my Master’s here to be considered a professor. Currently, I am sitting in my office making sure I have the things I need for my first “encuentro” with the catechists. I figured going to the Vatican’s website would make life easier rather than just googling “confirmation.” 

Also, the country of Chile is on tsunami watch. When I walked into the faculty lounge this morning, the news was on. The breaking news story of the day was that there was an earthquake in Japan followed by a tsunami. Today happens to be the one-year anniversary of Piñera’s inauguration which was rocked by a 7.2 aftershock (Chile was devastated by an 8.8 earthquake on the 27th of February of 2010). Chileans have very fond memories of that and they feel for the people in Japan. We all feel for the people in Japan and they are in our thoughts and prayers. Not only are the people of Japan in our prayers, but so are the JVs who are in Micronesia right now (they too are under a tsunami warning). 

Well, I must return to my work. I just wanted to get this post out there before another month passes me by. Peace and love to everyone out there and please keep those who were affected by the earthquake in your thoughts and prayers.