Yo estoy mejorando.

Things are better. I went to HAL earlier and started by going to the department office as I was told yesterday....of course no one was there. So I sat and waited, determined not to go anywhere until at least something got figured out. I also made another visit to the escolar office and talked with the lady who helped me yesterday second guessing her on why she'd given me the list number she had. She assured me I should be fine. Awhile later, after finally getting my schedule half figured out and finally attending a class I ran into that same lady in a hallway. She approached me to say that after I'd left she'd finally realized why I had asked her again about my number; I had been given the wrong number. She looked visibly worried about the mistake and was rapidly mumbling about how she could fix it, but as I already knew the numbers allotted for the internationals to be filled what she was wanting to do would have still put me with the Latins, and honestly I really just did not want to start all over with the mess, so I stopped her and told her it was okay. And it's true. It was easy to smile again by the end of the day. Except for the shrugger, everyone I've talked to today has been helpful and understanding (so thankful for that as I wasn't expecting it). Lord willing, I'll have been able to track down the last doctor, reschedule the last clinic, and pick up the last forms by tomorrow.

I've mentioned it before how first days at UAG are an organized chaos, but hands down this start has been the worst. The chaos part a bit out of control. Makes me laugh now. I pretend that they wanted to start my last semester with a big bang so they threw me a great big chaotic conundrum of a party as only UAG could do so well. Success! Definitely made my head spin!

Hasta!

Drove beside a black car with black windows escorted by the federales on my way to the hospital. Made me wonder who was so special, but not enough to give way to them as I noticed other cars were doing. Maybe not a smart move, but I figured that playing the blonde card would get me out of trouble and in the end they only stayed on the road for about 2 minutes before turning off. Can’t believe I’m thinking it, but perhaps I shouldn’t be so careless like that. Hmmmm. Next time I’ll pick a fight with someone my own size….without the machine gun escort….hehe just kidding ;)