The days between returning from Buenos Aires and my Dad's arrival on Thursday were absolutely INSANE. I had two tests pretty much equivalent to midterms (or more) as far as amount of content on Thursday morning, with only 10 minutes between the two. Because of this, between getting home on Monday night and running into my Dad's arms on Thursday at 1:30PM, my life was consumed by class, studying, interning, and a quick skype session with my parents on Tuesday evening to iron out some details.
In a very confidence boosting and perfect timing, I found out Wednesday evening that I had actually done very well on my first test in Political Geography, having received a 5.4 on the Chilean grading scale of 1-7. Chilean professors are notorious for their hard grading and I did better than the other 4 Gringos in the class, and ultimately only 12 people did better than me in a 59 person class of almost only Chileans! Needless to say, I was VERY excited about this discovery. Taking classes in a foreign language is hard and sometimes I feel like I have no idea what is going on, so it feels good to know that apparently I do know what's going on!
Besides studying like a mad woman, including a study session on Wednesday evening, I mainly spent the week anxiously awaiting the minute I'd be finished with the tests and rush up the metro to meet my Dad (info to come in the next entry).
I will end this post/teaser trailer the next by saying that Thursday afternoon was the best post-test present/feeling anyone could ever ask for. I arrived at the hotel, waited in the lobby for my Dad, saw him walking up the street, ran outside, into his arms, and gave/received one of the best hugs of my life with tears of joy and love in my eyes. :)
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