Mini Thesis Survival Kit

I’ve been absent, I know.

My thesis is due on Monday– the final, final draft– and after a semester and a half of researching it, writing it, rewriting it, rewriting it again, and now finally reorganizing the entire thing a week before it is due, I can’t say I will be sad to be done with it. I love my topic and it’s been a fun time, but all good things must end.

In case anyone else is struggling their way through thesis/work/a slump/rough times, here are a few things that have been getting me through this week:

 

1. A chill grooveshark playlist (it’s repetitive, but it gets the job done): http://grooveshark.com/playlist/Studying/85491420

2. Cute puppies: http://imgur.com/gallery/ZDUTy

3. Coffee.

4. A daily– hourly– reminder from many someones that it’s almost over, I can totally do this, and that there is no doubt that I will make it out okay.

5. And this: Image

Yes, this is as adorable as it looks. This is a real live Thesis Survival Kit, a box filled with a pick-me-up a day for this last week before my thesis is due. If someone you love is going through tough times, struggling with work, or could use the closest thing to a week-long hug, make one of these for them. It will brighten their (many) day(s).

 

My break time is over and I’m heading back to thesising, but good luck to everyone out there who is also chugging along. Catch you on the flip side of this milestone.

 

-Chicca

I Got My Feet On the Ground

Hello, hello! I have a huge project due for my internship early this coming week so I am working away, but I wanted to pop in to post something because I have been neglectful.

Here are a couple of videos to keep you entertained while I toil away:



1. Sleep to Dream– Fiona Apple

The reason I made it through this week.





2.  For Women Who Are Difficult to Love

A poem, a treatise on love, and a beautiful reminder.Thank you, Alex.

Have a lovely weekend, everyone! Be back soon.

Crazy Sunday

I’ve been back at school since Wednesday and have turned into a bit of a hermit. Except for Thursday, when I sat outside on the green and read for about three hours, fencing and dinner have been the only times I’ve left my room during the day. It makes sense that a person should live in their room at college, but I actually live here. I work here and I eat meals here in addition to the normal sleeping. Does that make me crazy?

Even if you thought the answer to that question is no, I think I am definitely a little crazy right now. Last night marked the end of the fencing season and I ended up being awake pretty late. Plus, as you know, everyone lost an hour of sleep last night (LAME), so I’m feeling mildly delirious today.

This does not bode well for my work today. Right now I’m sitting at my desk– the usual– and writing a resume… sort of. Honestly my brain is just kind of hobbling along like some lame gazelle that’s gonna be devoured by lions if it doesn’t disguise itself as a tree, or something.

Er… I’m not sure where I was going with that. See?? My brain is just making stuff up!! And it’s kind of weird. I just tried to take a mini snack break with this wonderful seaweed salad my mom got for me but all I could think while I was eating it was “SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE WHAT AM I ACTUALLY EATING” and got kind of freaked out at the whole thing and ate a cookie instead.

Add to this the stress of resume writing and you get the complete picture of a lost, crazy, tired college student sitting at her desk in the half-light (damn you, daylight savings). Can I just say that resumes are probably the most stressful things to write? They’re these tiny little things that are supposed to show potential employers your soul. Well, sort of. Because even though a Word doc can’t say everything about you, it’s still the piece of paper that decides whether or not you get hired. It’s a scary thought, that the dry yet informative words I write (and don’t write) determine who I am as a member of the workforce.

Maybe I’ll ignore work for a while and take a nap. That sounds irresponsible and conveniently like something I can blame on my brain. Yeahhh.

Crunch Time (plus some Halloween and Elections!)

Yes. Ahem.

So, I know that if I were a mother and this blog were my child, someone definitely would’ve called DYFS by now. I know there is no excuse– I should be writing something regularly, no matter how short and crappy and unrelated it is– but the honest truth is that I am hitting crunch time, and crunch time has been gnashing me between its nasty, plaque-filled, yellow molars.

Mostly right now I am fed up with my professors, and having slept 2.5 hours last night to complete a presentation that my prof ended up derailing anyway, I think I am allowed to be.

Anyway. I owe you all a post (or two) about Iguazu, but before I get into the nitty-gritty of three weeks ago I want to give a quick update.

 

First of all, Happy Halloween! I know it was yesterday and I know I celebrated it on Friday, but whatever. Even though I am in South America where my host parents even told me that Halloween doesn’t exist, this Friday I ended up having the scariest costume I think I have ever pulled off.

Long relationship tree about to go down right now, but it was my friend Rachel’s host sister’s friend’s birthday on Friday and she wanted to go to this halloween party with her girlfriends dressed as zombies, and she was sweet enough to invite me along as well! I got to Rachel’s house at about midnight after fencing– which is fine because porteños don’t even think about leaving until at least 1.30– and hung out with the porteñas while Rachel did everyone’s makeup.

I swear, Rachell is a genius. Using only mascara, lipstick, eyeliner, and lip liner from the drugstore, she made us all look like zombies. Seriously! By the time we left for the party we all actually looked like we had died a few months ago. It was so, SO great. And then when we got to the party I got hit on by a dude in a priest costume, which was even more hilarious given that I was basically dressed up as one of Satan’s incarnates.

Here is a picture of us eating the birthday girl (thanks to Mane for the photo):

And look, at the bottom left you can even see a glimpse of my gold leggints!!

Almost more exciting than the whole zombie thing, on October 23 (two weeks ago) Argentina held its presidential elections! I know I’ve talked about the presidential elections before, but actually experiencing them was so much cooler than just speculating about them.

First, I went to see where the vote actually takes place. Because voting here is obligatory (you only don’t have to vote if you are over 75, I believe, or some ridiculous distance away from your jurisdiction), I expected it to be an even worse version of our voting locations in the US. Meaning, I expected there to be a pretty large line.

Well. As an aside, I have a secret for you– I’ve never actually voted. I was too young for the presidential elections and didn’t get my absentee ballot in time to vote in the last election, but I’ve certainly been to polling places with my parents and I remember there generally being a line of some sort.

Anyway, the long and short of is is that Buenos Aires is one of the largest cities in the world and everyone in the city has to vote. A lot of people in one place generally means a line, right? On top of that, they still use paper ballots, which means that voting takes a little while. If they want to vote for candidates from different parties for different offices (a split ballot), they actually have to rip the ballots up to get the people they want to put them in the gigantic box on the table.

Surprisingly, there was absolutely no line. People were walking in and out of the school quite freely. Basically they walked in and found their name on a gigantic list, which then directed them to a table somewhere in the school. At these table they showed their ID and then checked off boxes on this gigantic sheet of paper, which they then put into a box sitting on the table.

Also surprisingly, there was no privacy when voting– as someone walking past the tables I could just take a peek at who everyone else was voting for, which didn’t really gel with the US idea of a private voting space with the curtains and whatnot. I was also shocked to see members of the army walking around the school with guns. I’m not entirely sure why since voting hardly seems like a dangerous activity to me, but I guess they’re there to guard against fraud or demonstrations or something? I’m not really sure.

About a month ago there was a preliminary vote, so everyone already knew that the incumbent Cristina Kirschner was going to win again this round. This meant that the Plaza de Mayo (or, the plaza in front of the Casa Rosada, the White House equivalent) was filled with people starting at about 5.00 on Sunday evening, waiting for the election winner to be announced. By the time I got there at 9.00 everyone was going completely crazy. There were people banging drums, setting off fireworks, waving flags, and chanting. There was a lot of choripan and a lot of pot smoke floating around. I know, right? At a government event! But being in the Plaza was so great. The crowd’s energy was so spectacular and even the sheer cantidad (number) of people was impressive.

Writing this blog post has absolutely exhausted me. I guess that’s what not sleeping will do, maybe? But oh, well. Off to chip away at my mountain of work before dinnertime, but I promise– PROMISE– that I will be back soon. Love you all, dear readers. Thanks for bearing with me!

Busy (non-posting) bee

I know, I know. I know. I have been neglecting you all lately and for that I am very sorry. I know I owe you a post on Iguazu, at the very least, but it is going to have to wait at least another couple of days. Last week instead of posting I decided to continue on my explorer streak and this week that same streak is kicking me in the butt with all the work I didn’t do. For example, still have 1.5 essays to write for tomorrow. Whoops.

So… sorry guys. I know I’ve been absent. I will be better about it… soon. Y’all just gotta hang tight for another little bit.  😦

In the meantime, here is another picture of Iguazu, this time the BIG fall called La Garganta del Diablo, or the Devil’s Throat. Cool, huh?

(ALSO HELL YEAH I MANUALLY FOCUSED THIS SHOT BOO-YAHHH.)

I promise soon I will be back with a vengeance!!