So we’ve been here almost three months, and we are fast approaching the half-way point of our program. At this point, I feel pretty comfortable here: I can navigate the metro system perfectly and am improving with the buses, I’m getting by in my classes (which doesn’t sound positive but all but one class is pass/fail so I have pretty low standards), I’ve been told multiple times that my Spanish is good (maybe people are just being polite, but whatever, I’ll take it), I usually know which way is north (figuring out that you can use the Andes to figure out which way is east was revolutionary; sadly enough, I only realized this a few weeks ago), and I feel comfortable in my homestay (so comfortable that I go to the kitchen for midnight snacks, so maybe it was better the way it used to be.)
That being said, I still have moments where I realize that I still have no idea what I am doing. Such a moment came in a class yesterday. It was the first day of class, since for a reason that is unknown to me the Social Sciences Department in La Chile decided not to have classes for the first three weeks of the semester (even though all the other departments did – one of the many struggles I’ve had with understanding U Chile’s system). The class was supposed to start last week, but, surprise surprise, got cancelled because of a student protest.
Side note on student protests: Chilean students and politics have not mixed well for who knows how long. From what I understood over a dinner conversation, the education system here is basically a for-profit business, with some schools being owned by companies that are looking to make money. I guess I don’t know enough about the US system to make a fair judgment, but I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t fly in the US. Regardless, the Chilean education system is one of my potential thesis topics, so I’ll keep you posted! Anyway, students are currently fighting for free, high-quality education, and seeing that this is election year, student protests have been pretty frequent.
So anyway, here I was in this class called “Social Movements, Political Parties, and Militancy in Chile,” ready with my newly purchased notebook to do some serious learning. In my other classes, I would say I understand around 85% of the lecture, if not more. This one? Not so much. The professor went on some shpiel about the different political parties pre-Pinochet, while I sat there, completely clueless and dumbfounded. Definitely didn’t help that the kid next to me was scribbling away while I wrote maybe five words every ten minutes.
It was one of those lectures that once I missed one thing, I wouldn’t understand the next thing he said, so I basically sat in the classroom for three hours not understanding what in the world was going on and getting more depressed with each passing minute. I mean, I’ve been here for three months, I should have enough of a grasp of the language to understand what’s going on, right?
I don’t know what it was; it may have been the combination of being tired and also the fact that it was a Thursday afternoon (read: how it feels to have class on Friday afternoon), or the fact that we were going over a lot of political theory (which I’m not a fan of in any language), but I felt like a complete fob (which technically I still kind of am). I was even planning how to make an early escape, since at the end of class we went around the room talking about what we thought was interesting about the things some dude named Lechner said, and I literally had nothing to say. I didn’t get the guts to actually do it, and it just so turns out that the professor picked me to have the final words, to which I said: “To be honest, I don’t really have much to say because I didn’t understand much, but hopefully once I read the lecture I’ll be able to contribute more.”
Luckily, turns out the professor’s a nice guy and seemed to understand that it was difficult for me, and offered to recommend some books about the history of Chile so I have more of a foundation. Right after that, one of the students in the class (who are all Chilean except for me) piped up and asked if he could give the recommendations to all the students, since it was hard for them to follow some parts as well. Hurray! I’m not a complete failure!
Anyway, enough Debbie-downering for the day. Life is good because tomorrow the craziness of LOLLAPALOOZA CHILE 2013 begins!
Jelly? Yeah, you should be.