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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Freezing, Singing, and Settling In



Freezing
It’s cold. Chile has no centralized heating in most buildings, including my home. Instead, there is usually a gas heater the size of a small space heater called in an ‘estufa’ in houses and a larger heater against one wall of the classrooms. As a result, I pile on numerous sweaters at night to sleep and witness the classroom heater become transformed into a social gathering place during school breaks. Still, it has proven fun to experience a winter without the usual warmth of home. Maybe I will become tougher by the end of this winter!
 
(Above is an example of an estufa.)

Impromptu Singing
My class is a choir. In any moment of the school day, I hear someone singing an American pop song. Today, someone began singing “We are the World” in the middle of English class and was joined by the rest of the class. Somehow ukuleles and guitars appear out of nowhere and our class becomes its own band. Other examples of impromptu concerts include renditions of “Radioactive,” “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina,” and “Bailando.” I absolutely adore this, how everyone, regardless of singing ability, breaks into song in the loudest tone of voice in any given moment. I must admit, with a little shame, that every person I have met so far remembers more lyrics to these songs than I do. My classmates have watched more American television shows than I have and are more up-to-date about celebrity news, which goes to show the extensiveness of the Americanization process in Chile. As it is, I dance to the songs, sing when the chorus comes (the only part I can semi-remember of songs), and take numerous selfies with friends (it is even more popular here than in the USA, it seems!).

I have also gotten really involved on social media, since everyone uses their phone in school in every moment listening to music and chatting with friends on whatsapp, a hugely popular app used by everyone from parents, teens, and teachers here. Thus, you may be surprised to learn that I am semi active on Facebook and Instagram these days. (What? Michelle more like a teenager and following the social trends? Yes. Yes, indeed.)

Daily Life
Life here has found its routine. Today marks 22 days that I have been in Chile.

I wake up at 7 each morning, eat breakfast (usually freshly squeezed orange juice, toasted bread, mashed avocado, and cheese) with my parents and one of my Chilean sisters, and my dad drives my two sisters and me to our private Catholic school. School starts at 8:15 each day and ends at 3:45 on Mondays and Wednesday, 4:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and 1:30 on Fridays. Three days in the week, I attend volleyball practice after school. Then my Chilean sister and I take the public bus home. 

When I come home, I make my own ‘once’, which is a large snack, and watch some TV (usually Gossip Girl). Then I exercise for an hour and begin homework. Homework consists of much studying for upcoming tests, since tests count for the majority of the year’s grades, and working on ‘trabajos,’ which are longer-term group projects to make poster boards, research concepts, do dissertations, make 3D sculptures (like the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge), and scientific reports. When my parents arrive home later in the evening, our family talks about our day in the living room and eat dinner around 9, which is equivalent to 21:00 since Chile mostly runs on military time, and, of which, I am still not accustomed. By that time, I am usually half asleep from exhaustion, but it is the time for new dishes and combinations to try since breakfasts and lunches are more predictable. Notably, I have eaten Chilean salmon with squash (yum!) and garbanzo beans with beets and rice. After dinner, I do more homework and get ready for bed. In the morning, everything starts again!

School Life, and an Epic Soccer Game
I am in a class with 21 girls. We are together all day, every day, in the same classroom on the first floor of a three-floor building. There are 11 classes in total and each class usually is 1.5 hours, separated by ‘recreos’ (breaks). There are three or four classes each day, usually in a lecture format accompanied with PowerPoint presentations or group work on ‘trabajos.’ We call the faculty as ‘Miss __’ or ‘SeƱor __.’ Depending on the teacher, sometimes we need to stand to greet the teacher and wait for permission to sit again.



The teachers come to our classroom to teach, but sometimes we move to another room if there is a specific class like PE (yes, I still have to take PE here!) or technology (which is located in the computer lab). Yesterday morning, I played soccer for the first time. The extremely competitive soccer game resulted in me developing a bruise in the shin after getting kicked, me accidentally kicking a soccer ball onto my friend's forehead, and a girl to almost dislocate her knee.
All in an hour of the life of Michelle. 


Feriados
Tomorrow is a feriado (holiday) in honor of the Asuncion de Virgen (Assumption of Mary). This commemorates the death of Mary, mother of Jesus, and her assumption into heaven. Given that Chile is a culturally Catholic country and a deeply religious one as well (70% are Catholic and 15% evangelical), there are many feriados on religious days. So, as a family, we are going to the beach this weekend! What better way to take advantage of 4,270 km (2,653 mi) of coastline?

Monday, August 4, 2014

Some Thoughts on Packing...


My first advice: Do not pack books.
My second advice: Do pack at least 3 sweaters for a Chilean winter.
My third advice: Really ask yourself about those books. 

As you may have guessed, I am a really bad packer, because, as the running joke in my hsot family goes, I may be freezing but I have enough books to last me a lifetime. 

This is a snippet of my packing for Chile:
3 journals
3 textbooks
7 paperback books (for reference, personal use, and school use)
2 pairs of jeans
3 long sleeved shirts
1 sweater
1 pair of warm pajamas
1 parka

etc. My priorities are pretty obvious at this point. To defend myself, I was packing in the middle of a New Mexican summer wearing shorts and a t-shirt so could not possibly imagine that 40 degrees Fahrenheit was cold and, secondly... actually, I do not have a secondly. If I was Past Michelle, I would have have kept the journals and books at home, internalized the type of person that I am during winter (freezing, more so than normal people), and taken stock in every family member's advice to bring warm clothing.

But, if anything, not packing wisely (or in any substantial way, in some people's opinion), has given me unique experiences, which include but probably will not be limited to the following:

1. A major being-laughed-at moment when my Chilean sisters helped me unpack the first day and saw one luggage simply with books. It further created more being-laughed-at moments when this was told to my Chilean parents, their relatives, and around the dinner table every other day. But, a bonding experience, nonetheless, where I was both victim and culprit.

2. Going shopping! Due to my (almost) complete lack of winter clothing, I went shopping with my Chilean mom and sister in one of the best-known (and completely humongous) Parque Arauco Mall, which has every American store imaginable including Gap, Adidas, Starbucks, La Mer, Brooks Brothers, and Burberry. In what seems to be a Chilean classic, I shopped in the store Paris, which is similar to an American Nordstrom, offering many brands of different types of clothing in the same place. Most especially, I found two pairs of pajamas, so I now have one less thing to be laughed at for. If anything, it is an excuse to go do more shopping and improve my math skills at the same time (by looking at numerous price tags, I can now convert Chilean pesos to American dollars very quickly).

Until next time!

Ciao,
Michi