NYU needs to stop with this whole “finals” and “papers” nonsense they’ve started up.  Here’s my version of apocalypse in university form:

1. Eight page paper about the culture of death in Latin America and how it differs from country to country for Mítos 
2. Article about Bolivian Immigrant communities in Buenos Aires
3. Creative writing portfolio
4. Feature profile for journalism
5.  Eight page paper on a topic of my choice for Contemporary Argentine Cinema. This should be interesting since I stopped watching the required movies after midterms.  Maybe I can writing on the correlation between me not caring anymore and my grade and how it affects contemporary film makers?

Everyone jokes around how we’re still on U.S. school time and since almost everyone is done with their semester, we’ve all mentally checked out.  

Take a look at my notes from journalism as proof:
 

I take the notes of an idiotic 13 year old girl (possibly with headgear) suffering from ADD. 

A lot of my friends are taking the Borges Literature class, and yesterday they read a Cortázar piece from his book Rayuela.  The piece had a few made up words because it was about having sex, and apparently when you have sex you make up another language, but WHATEVER, I sadly know nothing of these things. 

Here’s part of the piece they read:


The best part is that the professor made them all write out what their climaxes would be in Castellano.  The following Facebook chat should give you a clue on how that went:



And that’s what I like to call a perfect harmony of hilarity and FUERA DE CONTROL-ness. 

Today our journalism class had a screening of the movie Paco and then Diego Rafecas, the director of the film, came to speak to us.  He was unintentionally hilarious and spoke about quantum physics and power of intention which I have recently come to love, thanks to my best friend Alex who is OBSESSED with the concept (and rightly so because it works!).  Not to mention that he was RE-LINDO (a.k.a. HAWT) and had grey hair.  I love silver foxes, why is everyone hotter once they’re 30 or above?

MIAU:


Last Friday, Phoebe, Kaarin, and I went to hang out with our friend Juan.5 (.5 because everyone here is named Juan and we had to start giving them numbers to distinguish who was who) and some of his friends from UBA.  I love whenever I can actually sit and chat with Porteños!  .5 y amigos taught us some very useful lingo that I am sure everyone at Emerson will love because it directly applies to 90% of the student population.

Lunfardo for Dummies:
-Porro/faso: joint
-Tuca: roach
-Ortiva: buzzkill (this doesn’t directly apply to Emerson PARA NADA, it’s just a useful word to know)

Now off to do un MONTÓN de tara, but before I go, I’ll leave you with this song that’s been stuck in my head for days.  It’s making me want to quit school and become a Spicy Latina who spends her days backup dancing and playing lookout for her novio, Guillermo, the most notorious drug-trafficker in all of Buenos Aires.  You’ve been warned.