2 weeks to go!

2 weeks until the end of my first semester in medical school, I'm proud of myself! I can't wait 'til Christmas, the best time of year. This one will be different since for the past 3 years I've been taking trips to D.C, and this time I won't. But the United States must not worry since I shall visit soon enough. After school, it'll be time to catch up with friends, spend some time with my family, give my niece that castle of mine shes's always wanted (the one that I'm too lazy to take down). All good things.

Un Café au lait, s'il vous plaît

I've now officially become a coffee drinker. I'd like to thank Med School for this achievement.

I've always loved coffee, memories as a child of waking up every morning to the smell of that morning coffee that my parents made, gives me a sense of melancholy to the days when I was a child (even if I didn't consume it during those times).

My parents, who when I was a child used to drink about 3 cups a day. Are now down to a somewhat healthy cup a day. I'm at two.....one in the morning, one after dinner. I've lived my life avoiding this at all costs but now, I just can't take 20 minute naps all the time.

1+1+1 = 3?

So....what's the big deal?

New Life

So, I didn't win some battles and I have to re-organize myself. But while some people say the "I'll give up if I...." I keep my smile and know that I'm not giving up on what I want to do. I'm going to do this and do this well.

It seems like the more busy I get with school the more my personal life starts taking new twists and turns. Didn't my personal life get the memo that I now have no time for it's little surprises? Sure, the surprises are good, but still.

Med School - Week 2

I've spent more than 7 hours in the Gross Anatomy Lab today. I probably smell really bad, but I can't tell anymore, I'm wearing blue scrubs. I need to study but I'm too sleepy to do so. Hungry? what does that mean? I'm scared as I can ever be of the first Structure and Development (S&D) exam but within all this I feel happy.

The Experience of a Lifetime

The Panthéon, with it's tombs and pendulum inside
I'm back from Paris, France a changed woman.

If you want to know everything I did in France, I must disappoint you and say that it's impossible for me to tell every moment, there were just so many. All will come in typical conversations with friends when something said would remind me of one of those moments and then it will be re-lived as someone else hears it.

I LIVED in my dream city, spoke a ton of French (daily!!!), walked a lot, ate chocolate deserts everyday (mmmm), danced with no self-consciousness, saw the art, the people, the gardens, the city, the sites, and broke a few hearts while feeling the most free I've ever felt. Living on my own was great, it felt right.

Vincent and I.

And then something happened, a moment that made this experience be one of a kind.
This....
meeting them.
It was at that very moment, in that restaurant where I had drinks with some of my classmates (and David, Diana's husband from France) that I realized the significance of this gathering. So many different cultures, backgrounds, life experiences, ages, all together having the best time, with nothing but true love for French and life. There was no bickering, no dirty looks, just smiles, laughs and interesting conversation. That moment, was in fact, what I've desired. I've always wanted to see how it was like to be with so many different people, how interesting it would be to learn from them what I can't by reading a book or seeing the news. When in France, I didn't expect that to happen, and I'm very grateful it did.


Outside Raspail, where we took classes. July 29 2008.
Countries represented in this group of friends: Puerto Rico, Spain, Serbia, Italy, Brazil, Colombia, Belgium, Mexico and Jerusalem.

My last night, I decided not to stay at Cité Universitaire with the girls and spent some time with my new friends, or as we like to refer to ourselves as "The Internationals". After finding a Spasnish bar closed we decided to hop over to the Eifel Tower. It was a great time, finding myself singing Puerto Rico's national anthem and listening to other songs from their countries. We them spent about 2 hours looking for the right bus stops, but I didn't care, my last night in Paris was the perfect night to end such a wonderful experience.

Paris et moi

I thought that I would have the chance to write everyday, but Paris demands that I give it the most attention possible. Being able to speak French on a daily basis, communicating properly with locals and international students has been one of the most satisfying experiences I've had. I am in love with this city, everyday I've met different people, from various cultures and countries. My first week in Paris has been, vraiment (truly), a success. I'm still trying to get used to the day ending at 10pm, it makes me sleep less as I usually do. French people are very polite, of course, there will always be meanies around, but I've found them to be quite charming and interesting, as opossed to comments I've heard from friends who have visited Paris. My room at La Fondation de Belgique (Cite Universitaire de Paris) is comfortable and gives me lots of independence and privacy. Today, marked the first day that I didn't see any of my mates from Puerto Rico. I stayed around campus, had a cheap lunch at the Cafeterie of the Maison Internationale while I did some homework. Now, being almost 11pm, I must study fast so I can have a nice rest, its my birthday tomorrow!!!!

France

I was offered to live in France for a month, the whole month of July. My sister said that she'd pay for half of the air travel + place I'm staying expenses. It seems like a wonderful oportunity to live my dream, practice French everyday and do something completely different. The price seems fair, without taking the French course at the university de la Sorbonne it comes to about $3,000, plus expenses. That's where the trouble starts. I took a quick trip to the bank, they said, I could have an international ATM card, ties to my bank accounts, but it takes a week for the card to get here (meaning, once I leave, I probably won't have that card). Then, I called to see if I could raise my credit card's credit limit. the guy sai that I'd need to prove that I'm a student and have proof of my earning, what earnings? I don't work, plus I still don't know how much in scollarships I'll get.

I know that I can probably work around those two problems, but it seems like not having my money in check will probably be a pain to work on living in Paris for a month.

Living in Paris for a month, that phrase just sounds like a dream come true to me. But what to do? Go and come back a poor girl, with no money left, having to use loans for living in medical school. Or stay, and know that this opportunity will not be coming ever again. If I take a trip it'll be more expensive that this is, in terms of air fare and lodging. I can always loose weight by eating bread and juice all day.

And then I talked to Karen and saw all the possible places I might be going to. Centre de Pompidou, Notre Damme, Arc de Triomphe, ALL THE FREAKING MUSEUMS. And a little café where I can sit to have coffee while I read a book. I'd probably have lots of time to read, places to discover, people to meet, a new experience.

What to do? Say, screw money, go and the take student loans and screw it I'll pay them when I pay them. Or stay, save my money and be super duper responsable.

Run!

Today I woke up at 9am, spent all day with Karen and José. We did a bunch of things all over the metropolitan area, even managed to watch a really bad movie that made me cringe through most of it. After dropping Joz off at his house, I decided that the night wasn't over yet, so I called someone and met up at a coffee shop. I'm really going at 100mph and there is no stopping this train. My room is a mess and I haven't taken time to sort out documents or read. Bad, bad, bad. Too bad I already made plans for tomorrow, and figured that I should get up at 7:30am if I want everything done. Why am I still up? because I'm listening to music.

Dad gets home the day after tomorrow, Emilio on Thursday,
My Graduation Saturday, Father's day Sunday.

Very excited, but I feel like I only have a day to get ready.

Point of no return one second to go

In life, we all make decisions, some good, others bad, and well some own up to the consequences, others run away from them. Yesterday, marked the first time in a while where I felt like I had complete control over my life and the course it was taking. A lot can happen in a week. Yesterday, made for an interesting fun day. At night, we went to SoFo's (South Fortaleza) Culinary Festival at Old SJ. The streets were filled with good food, good people and great music, ranging from jazz to cuban music. The funny thing was, that after a stop for drinks, we missed out on the chance of eating at Trois Cent Onze (311) where I wanted dine. We then had to leave the festival to grab a bite where there wasn't a 2 hour waiting list. It still was fun.

Sad when my "brother" turns shy.

Today, I've been examining ants with my niece while looking into a second trip with an excited friend. Putting a tiny piece of cracker in my hand so that ants will crawl on it would've sounded pointless, but it wasn't, they tickle.

Children and I

I was talking to one of the trainers, Miguel, at the gym. He was asking me about med school, specifically about which residency I was inclined to pursue. My reply is always the same, "I'm not sure quite yet, by third or fourth year I'll have a better idea." To which he refuted with a familiar phrase : "You look like a pediatrician!!".

There have been countless times where that has been said. Friends, strangers, old, young; seem to share the same thought. I love children; there is an intrinsic quality to them that emits honesty and a pure sense of self. Children know exactly who they are, what they like, don't like. Adults lose their self later on, some regain it, and others don't.

Children enjoy me too, I think it's because I treat them just like I'd treat anyone, I am also not afraid to act silly, or listen to them.

Now, I can't seem to point out what exactly about the way I carry myself says pediatrician. A few thoughts have crossed my mind.

Perhaps in the future I'll end up working with kids, we'll see!

100th post

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
-Viva la Vida, Juegofrío (Coldplay)


These weeks have been quite busy and it's because I've forced myself to stay home as little as possible. As I decided that today I was going to stay home and sort out the hundreds of papers that need to be recycled, I get a call. "Hey, want to come over and do something?" My initial reaction was:"YES!" since I've said just that to everyone, everyday. But then, I remembered that I had planned to see a movie with my sister. I guess the recycling center will have to wait, 'til then I’ll keep accumulating water bottles in my car.

Also, I’m becoming a better cook. A delicious omelet will be made for lunch in a few minutes.

Today Emilio displayed some unacceptable behavior and accepted that I manage it accordingly when he comes home. I won’t forget.

The day that was never expected pt 2

I know this blog isn't all positive. But I also need to express what is going on.

Something terrible happened...

Me and my family lost someone, someone who we have not even seen, someone who decided to show up unexpected but made us excited to have. This person was very much wanted, I couldn't wait to take care, teach and show him everything I could. All that came through my mind was "How could this happen?, how is my sister feeling?" There is nothing more hurtful than dealing with a situation you have no control on. And tomorrow, I have to pick her up at her house, take her to the hospital and hold her hand through these tough times.


These past 3 months have been a rollercoaster of emotions for me. I wouldn't have known that all this had to come, all at once, one right after the other. It's sad that I can't share this with everyone, and yet I feel proud that throughout all this hurt I've been able to hold my head high and at least keep living. Breathe in, breathe out. This is hard, but the only choice is to be strong.

I must admit

...that today was amazing. First, I get a phone call at 7:11am informing me that the 4 tickets I wanted for graduation were ready to be picked up. I rushed over to campus and I got them! Meaning that everyone (6 family members plus Emilio) are going to my graduation. What a blessing!

Then, I had the best time with the boys at Old San Juan. So many funny stories to tell.



About 15 minutes ago, I checked my grades and got all As this semester! Finishing up my undergraduate life on a high note.

And tomorrow, ice cream with Dave (haven't seen him in a looong time) and/or coffee with Gloria (you all know Gloria is simply an amazing friend). Hooray for that!

I'm still itching about taking a trip somewhere, anywhere! Any ideas?

I can and will rock

I'm glad that I have such a good set of friends, who have supported me and are always there. Emi, I know you read this and I wanted to acknowledge your great patience, I can't wait until your skinny self comes home to have the best of times.

I played Guitar Hero 3: Legends of Rock, at a friends house today. At first it seemed impossible to master, but I rocked. There were pictures taken so I shall update this entry when I get a hold of them.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day. My wish is to get 4 more tickets for my graduation just so everyone can come. I know I might not get them all, but I will use my charming personality. Hehehe.

I met a new trainer at the gym today, very nice.

More?

After thinking it was time to heal, I get hit with another punch. One that shows lies, complete disrespect, and conscious bad decisions. I wanted to write this, so I won't forget, although it's hard to forget since it was unexpected.

Now, it's time to heal.

Good things

Since I'm not typical happy Cristina I've decided to make a list of things that have made me happy this past weekend....

1. My niece's beautiful graduation (F is for feather!!) She helped recite the alphabet in English, and danced, she is such a great dancer. She has rhythm and an amazing knowledge of how her body moves. I wish I could dance like her! I'm so proud, she's amazing and ma petite fille (my little girl)

Nota a los boricuas:
uno de los niños que se graduó es hijo de CHEVY, e hicieron un intermedio de reggueton en el que el niño se vistió como su padre y le decía "Chevy, dale el gabillo!" Y habian bailarinas, no eran cafres, estaban bien vestidas y bailaron más hip hop que reggueton, asi que eso estuvo bien. Pero, diantre, no lo podía creer y a la vez me gustó y a la vez me sentía incómoda/entretenida. Guau, guau!

2. Saturday with the family, all day.

3. Making miis! My oldest sister got the wii console plus wii fit and we spent all afternoon playing, making miis and laughing at ourselves. My mom's mii and Lucy's mii are hillarious! They're identical!

4. Working out, 4 times a week. I'm so sore.

5. ¡La parada de Walgreens en el expreso! (The Walgreens Parade on the highway) so weird, but funny.



6. Coffee with Meche, and an awesome time chatting it up.

7. Hopes that I might get extra tickets for my graduation. Please!

8. French! Just because.

The night for giving up

I couldn't say it, but last night was terrible. There was a great deal of hurt that was involved, one that still lingers within me, and probably will for some time. I can't believe how someone could replace me this way, someone who I consider to be special.

Not a good day.

Eres un charro (y yo peor porque me agradas)

Hoy comenzó el verano de los ejercicios. Oficilamente estoy inscrita en un gimnasio y mi meta es tonificar mi cuerpo y adquirir mayor fuerza para comenzar la escuela de medicina con buenos ánimos. Hoy fue el día de brazos, y ya me duelen. Pero, es un dolor rico, tal vez, ehhhh, si si.

Quiero disfrutar este verano al máximo pero hay una personita que está obstruyendo la felicidad plena. Si puedes leer esto probablemente sepas a quien me estoy refiriendo. Ya se acerca el fin de mes, hasta donde tiene para tomar su decisión (¿que si vienes o no charro de la vida?) y bueno, no se hace más facil cuando está comenzando a salir con una chica, a la cual le agrada. La frecuencia de sus salidas está aumentando y yo, como saben, me pongo "mala". Pero bueno, espero que se decida, (lo cual será un no, eso espero) y yo pues pueda dejarlo ir con dignidad. Es dificil cuando quieres a alguien, porque dejarlo ir no es un juego de muñecas.

Tengo dolor de barriga, ouchies! Espero que se me quite.

Todavía no se si voy a votar por Obama o Hilary en las primarias estadounidenses. y menos por nuestro gobernador.

Quiero jugo de acerola.

I'm done?

It still hasn't set in that today was my LAST day as an undergraduate student at the Río Piedras Campus. Wow, I can't believe it's time to move on and start a new chapter in my life. I'm ready to take on more responsibilities and finally study what I wish to be in the future. It is scary, but it's what I've wanted for a long time.

After finishing my last Human Biology exam I called Hector and spent the rest of the evening with him and Chi. It's great to have time for good friends.

Tomorrow it's time to pick up my gown and tickets for the big graduation, and then a fun FREE classical music concert at night. Woooooo!

The time I spent at the UPR made me grow so much, I learned a whole lot of things, inside and outside the classroom. I'm glad that even in tough times I still kept pushing, I'm also glad I didn't change majors, hehe, even though I'll miss French too much. I'll probably head on over to the French Alliance offices and become a member, it looks like a great place to unwind and meet cool people.

I feel relaxed, optimistic and ready to let go of anything that will block my path. It's not going to be easy, but I'm pretty sure that I'll be fine.

¡Ay Caracoles!

Lo dice una señora sentada a mi lado mientras intento calentarme del frío de una oficina de un médico, en las afueras de un hospital. Gracias, queridas bacterias, por obligarme a resistir frío, ya que mi carrera me involucra estar dentro de hospitales y oficinas, bueno, me tendré que acostumbrar.



Lo mismo pienso al ver este girasol gigante en las afueras del patio de mi vecino, realmente el sueño de cualquier insecto y/o pájaro polinizador.




Guau!

First Debate @UPR

The first governor debate was held at my Campus' theatre. Only 3 candidates were present, Mr. Luis Fortuño made up an excuse, insulting the University's credibility. How can you do that to the best educational institution in the country? Good to know that you won't take care of its issues if you get to be governor. I'm not voting for you (for that and other reasons).

I tried to get in, but since the debate had already started when I got to campus, I only witnesed a heated argument between some girls that were desperate to get in and the people who were "working the door". I talked to a friend for a few moments and then headed towards the Law faculty for some lunch and study time at their ultra quiet library.

I'm still thinking about whom I will vote for in November. My sister seems like a better candidate, honestly.

Happy Mother's Day

Mother's day began early yesterday with a visit from my sis. It was nice to spend some quality time with my family, even if we live in the same country our lives are very busy, but we always manage to spend time together.

The day started early with dancing, singing, and a rap from MC Cristina (in French, of course!) all part of a little "show" my niece put together, just like I did every Christmas Eve when I was a little girl. "Yo vivo Orgulloso de ti" was sung by me and my oldest sister, it was nice.

My sisters left and now I'm trying to catch up on homework and studying.

A star!!!!!

As I was leaving Starbucks with two of my sisters and walking towards the car we suddenly stopped when my sister said :"It's a shooting star!!" I looked up to the sky and I finally saw my first Shooting Star!!!!!!!!!!! It was very big, bright and after about 3 seconds it went away, It was so awesome! Highlight of the day!

Last Day

Today I thought it would be a normal day at school, a test I wasn't looking forward to turned out to be extremely easy. This morning, my regular 10am class, Techniques of Oral expression for French, everyone was happy, we talked about vocabulary and did a fun activity in which we had to figure out if someone was lying or not. Tu mems! (You’re lying!) I said with excitement as I played along. Then, it was time to go, and Nadya (our professor) said: "Bon, c'est le final." What? The end? But! I was ready to take this class Monday and Tuesday. She wanted to end things early and with Diction and Phonetics also over, all I need to do is turn in the massive vocabulary document and I'm done with my French courses....for good. As I walked out of the Humanities area, towards Natural Sciences I realized that was the last time I was walking through that historical building with an intention to go to class. I felt sad, nostalgic, I remember when I finally was able to enroll in French 1 (because my school makes it very tough to enroll in language courses) my very first day was exciting! I knew a bit of French and that helped me a lot.

French makes me feel proud of myself, productive, satisfied and very happy. I can’t really explain, but ever since I was a child I would always enjoy being good at English and when I began French everything about it took me to a high. That high almost made me change majors, but I couldn’t ignore my love for health related sciences. I guess that’s what I’ll miss most about the UPR, I’ll always be grateful for that experience that could turn the worst day into an awesome day, just because I went to French class. The professors, the students, everything made me grow and learn much more than expected. I still can’t wait to step into a Francophone (yes, this word is in French) country and use my skills to communicate! I understand that probably only Emilio understands this, because he too shares a passion for languages (his third being Japanese). Everyone else thinks it’s silly, but to me it’s a passion that will never leave and I’m very proud of that.


Today, I got this e-mail:

Bonjour Cristina
Tu as eu un A a ton examen final et un A aussi comme note finale du cours.
Bravo et bonnes vacances
Antoine

:)!!!!!!!!!!

Surprise! said Life

Wow! today I recieved some news that I can't believe. Hehehe, this is going on very frequently, that's just life letting me know that there will never be a dull moment. At least, these news are funny, I'm still laughing at Sam's reaction when I told him.

I'm getting close to the end of the long French Vocabulary Words document, that I had to create, only 15 words left. Sigh.

A few of my favorite things

I absolutely love going to the Post Office. I think it's so interesting and wonderful, all the hopes, desires and dreams that are sent through the mail. Bills are there too, but without the mail our lives wouldn't be so cool. I visited the USPS today, to pick up a package! That is even better. I wish my friends would write more letters and send more stuff, so I'm going to take the initiative over the summer.

One of the best things in life is chocolate ice cream with almonds, mmmm

It's awesome seeing traffic in the main exit, and knowing a great shortcut that no one uses.

I also had a great phone conversation with my dad last night. We talked for over two hours! I told him about the mean people from the doctor's office and he understood where I was coming from. He is also coming home soon, so I'm very excited about that. We even made plans to visit my new campus so he can see where I'll be hanging out for the next 4 years.

Next week involves 3 tests, and two written documents to turn in. Busy bee, I can't believe this semester went by so quickly, only two weeks left!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Jolly Birthday Emilio!



Te quiero, pescao'!

Talk.../Train story/ Wants

Doing group projects makes me see my work ethic and my sometimes perfectionist character. And since we've been working on an Ecology investigation, I've been conscious of how I am. Late at night while I work on the report, at campus with two classmates one says:" Well, it's safe to say that you're the leader of the group, you rally the troops, organize, and hey, we're both big guys and we're scared of you....haha, joking!" No, I don't think he was ...joking. I really like doing things right, especially with school work and I don't enjoy slackers so I try to keep group projects organized, because when everyone knows what they're supposed to do and where they stand, it's a happier world. I'm glad to be working with 3 wonderful classmates, who are also very very fun. That, can also affect my private life, while I try to deal with people who don't do things with time to spare and then put up stupid excuses that could have been avoided if you just did what you had to do with TIME. I'll let them do what they want, but I'm not sticking around for that, Vous comprenez?


After that little but truthful rant....

At the train this morning, an old man tried to have a conversation with a 19 year old BOY. The boy, wouldn't talk to him, he'd just stare at the old man while he talked about his travels, gas prices, cooking and the old times. I wish that boy would've talked to him. Old people have so much to say, I remember being fascinated with my gradmother and grandfather's stories about growing up and how life used to be. I miss them.

I want to go to the beach. I also want chocolate ice cream from Ben & Jerry's (with almonds!!). It's been awhile since I've visited my friends over there.

Desire to retire

Are you ?: male, pale, skinny skinny, have a strange nose (big or small), smart, thoughtful, weird teeth and will most surely make my friends roll their eyes at me? Then come on down and give me a call, I'd probably think you're cute.

Last night, as I joked and laughed with Emilio and Gloria online I showed them a picture containing the image of a certain male figure that makes me sigh with desire every Tuesday and Thursday. "It's the one with the blue shirt and..." I try to explain, "Hahaha, already guessed it!" Emilio replies. Today I thought I'd be smart and show Emilio a picture of a friend who I used to have a crush on when I worked in Mayaguez..."well you really do have an interesting taste in guys but, hey, whatever floats your boat, right?" Emilio replies. Dammit! I thought this guy would surprise Emilio, make him believe that my tastes in men are unpredictable, mysterious, but he knows me too well to be fooled.

And it seems weird when I'm surrounded by some girl friends saying, "You're too pretty to like ugly men." What? well, ummmm, I think they're cute. It even passed on to my family, especially my oldest sister who at a dinner jokingly resented me saying that I'd probably marry a "extranjero" who spoke English or worse....French. "I'll pick the guy that speak French" , I said with a giggle. She then said that if I was to ever have children with this man, they'd be very different. "Gotta mix up the gene pool!!", was my reply.

I like what I like, I shall not apologize for my tastes, and i guess everyone else will have to get used to it. :) Voilà!

Don't procrastinate

Yesterday, while strolling through the Humanities area, I saw an ad for a concert. Puerto Rico's Symphony Orchestra at the university's theatre WITH a young pianist. Great! I thought. After class, I walked to the Cultural Activities office to get my ticket, Now, tickets are given/sold directly at the theatre, being tired and a bit far away, I decided to get them today. To my surprise, tickets were sold out yesterday, great! I haven't been to a classical music concert in a while and I really need it. I was even more sad when one of the guys who works at the theatre said that last night's performance was "Amazing!" Bah! :( I looked through the calendar and saw another concert from the Symphony Orchestra, this one in May....

Me:"Are tickets free for students (for this show)"
Lady:"Nope, and this one is expensive!!!"
Me:" :(!!!!!!!"
Lady:"We always get a few free tickets, you can always check back later."

Ugh, it bugged me. The good thing I got from that little letdown was that I was able to get CHEAP tickets to see Los Rayos Gamma. So! I will, next Wednesday with my mommy, she's extra excited because she loves them, and I was glad to be able to buy her a ticket.

On other news, my niece, who now is a karate champion, kicked my leg twice and after the second time, it stung so much that I had to ice it. Yes, a five year old.

RRR!!!

¡Recoge, Reusa, Recicla!

Today, we took two computer monitors to a recycling center. The monitors were just sitting around in my house. I didn't know we had so many. It was very rewarding. As we drove up to the site, we didn't even had to get out of the car! We popped open the trunk and the volunteers took the goods. We even got cool bottles for water and pink rulers!

I had fun last night, passed some of my limits, and some guy asked me to marry him. the end.

Better

Today was a better day, I held my head a bit higher and found more time to talk to my older sister about the situation. Even an exchange of words with a guy who was talking on his cellphone in the library was uplifting and awesome.

It's funny how when you're in the worst of situations you find out who is really there for you and who isn't. Who cares and who pretends to care. I found that out. It hurts to not have support from some who you thought would always be there. But I guess that's life. My stomach is in knots and I can't believe how actions are speaking louder than words.

The day that was never expected

This week has been fine. I've been trying to deal with some issues, which were completely overshadowed with a phone call. I sit at the library, working on an investigation with some classmates, when I see that my oldest sister Alma is calling. She says that she needs me to be the best I can be, and I don't understand why she says this, surely something has happened. My curiosity can't wait, I tell my friends to keep on working while I head outside the Natural Sciences library in order to speak to her properly. I'm not expecting very serious news; once I'm in the lobby she says IT with an uneasy voice. I can't believe what she just said, my stunned face made some busy students look at me with wondering eyes. I immediately run to the back of the building, where there aren't many passing by and just curl up into a corner like a toddler who had just been punished. Every emotion rushes in, frustration, fear, concern and disappointment. I knew I’d said that 2008 was going to be a year of change, but I was only referring to my life as a graduate student and the fun times ahead with friends and family. Now, I understand that ANYTHING is possible, even from the people you least expect it. I also feel lied to, but I will deal with my emotions like I always do, so when the one person who needs to share this with me does, I won’t make her feel worse with my reaction. It’s tough to look at my mother who sits unaware in our couch, thinking that I’m just upset over trivial things. I need a big hug; I also need to get away for a while. Anyone want to travel?

La fiesta de siempre

Estaba escuchando la radio, sintonizé a estereotempo y de momento el locutor dice: "Ahora les paso a la locutora que está desde Hacienda." ¿Hacienda?, pienso. Efectivamente estaban transmitiendo desde el Departamento de Hacienda, claro, porque todo el mundo esta entregando las planillas hoy, ya que hoy es el último día. Lo que se escuchaba en el fondo era un chorro de gente diciendo :"woooo", aplaudiendo y tocando unos pitos. Aquí se hace fiesta en donde sea. Ah, y tenían hasta carpas de promociones. Que risa.

The Hunt

I went out with some friends last Saturday to a very popular College bar that I've never been to, and thought I'd share this. For a few moments Gloria and I were left alone, we decided to stay at the stage area where an OK band was playing. Then, a minute after we take our spots a guy comes over, stands next to Gloria and pretends he's looking for someone. I notice he keeps getting closer, glancing at us, looking for any sort of welcoming stare. I laugh, men with their silly fear of getting "shut down" (a fear we all experience) resort to those techniques. Gloria and I joke about it and just keep listening to the music when all of a sudden I realize that two guys are standing next to me, doing the exact same thing! Whoa, what's going on? Look in front of you, there are two other guys in front of us smiling. Now, I ask myself if we're the only single girls at that bar or is this just a mechanism that I wasn't aware of. Usually, when I go out, there is at least a male friend who… I'm assuming, scares off a couple of guys from attempting an approach. I'm felling surrounded, pretty soon one of them is going to jump, exposing tiger like features, and will probably kill one of us. We danced for a little while when all of a sudden, Gloria gets a call, it’s Victor and of course we have to leave in order to get some decent reception, as we leave I hear an “Oh, man, why are they leaving?”. Pues, mala suerte.

My sister wants to be a secret spy

After many phone conversation with my oldest sister Alma, I find out that she's searching for our old family roots. I'm completely shocked by all the facts she tells me, after having a long conversation with my mother. She wants names, phone numbers and answers to many questions that I've personally never cared for. Between my concerns and laughter I tell her to stop that investigation and focus on other things....like flowers, and swimming. Her curiosity, being bigger than mine, cannot stop now. My sister has a way of making everything be funny, she always makes me laugh. I remind her: "El que busca encuentra asi que deja la mierda." She promised she'd stop, let's hope she goes. Haha!

Racial Confusion

For a late lunch after school, I visited one of my favorite Chinese food places. I’ve been visiting that restaurant ever since I can remember, now referring to it as “Dad’s Chinese food restaurant”, simply because my father used to take me there all the time. As I wait for my food, the non-Chinese waiters talk amongst themselves…

Old lady: “I think they’re Koreans.”
Young lady: ”They might not be.”
Old lady; “Well, tell me, what other races are Chinese as well?”
Young lady: “Ummm…Japanese people…..”
By this point I need to cut in….Me: “Vietnam, people from Vietnam are not Chinese.”
Old lady: “Oh yeah! Those are the ones that do my nails !!!!!!”
Young lady: “Mine too!!!!”
Old lady: (to me)“But they are Chinese, they look the same!”
Me: “They have similar physical characteristics that might not be distinguished by us, but if you ask your co-workers (The Chinese men that are cooking right behind them) they’ll tell you they look way different, because they can tell the difference.”
Old lady: (looks at me with a confusing look on her face)

Well, at least I tried.


I was very embarrassed at French class when I couldn’t say something right, my professor makes me nervous!

It was very pleasant taking the train this morning. I got up early and even had the chance to have a relaxing breakfast while watching the Weather Channel. I was practicing my French phonetics at the train when a girl comes out of nowhere and starts talking French to me. How awesome! She’s a graduate student at the University and loved her French courses when she was an undergrad. I was so happy to talk to her for a good 15 minutes.

FYI: Kany Garcia’s CD is very good. Great songwriting complemented by her beautiful, mature voice.

Oh! Today I made cupcakes with my mom and my niece. They were yum.

April Fool's!

Today, I was very aware of what could happened. Zahíli tried, and eventually got me on her second try. I invented this screwed up story about Sam, fooling her and Joz. Sweet accomplishments!

Work, work, work

Today consisted of studying for my Bio exam next Friday and now, forcing myself to do a Sociology essay. I hate that class, not because the topics are boring, but because the professor's style is not stimulating. She doesn't want to know what we think of the topics discussed in class, so an essay (for her) is basically a copy-paste of what she said in class, boring!

I want new glasses. I've been using the same pair since middle school, and that's a bit frightening, hahaha! just because my vision hasn't changed that much over the past years and the new pair I bought on my second year of College disappeared, and was never found. Hopefully I'll have some time this week to go look at different styles and check the prices, fun!

This week, Nadya (one of my awesome French professors) will be in Paris working as an interpreter so Liliana Duluc will be filling in for her. I'm very excited. Duluc has been a French professor at the University for a long time, she hosts a radio show on Radio Universidad (The University's public radio). Her show is all about French music, not only from France but also from everywhere French is spoken. Her voice is lovely and the show brings a great variety of genres, it's insightful, too! So, I'll be early for class, with my French dictionary on hand.

Maldeamores (Love sickness)

Tonight, I saw this film with some friends. What a wonderful film!!! A Puerto Rican film, about the crazy things love can bring at various stages in a human being's life, depicting all the bad stuff that may happen with a contagious and smart humor. They paid attention to detail, letting me remember a door that used to be in my grandmother’s house and a clock that had a rooster, who shock his head, instead of the conventional needle. All the acting was great and wow, I can't wait to see it again! Go see it if you can, or wait 'til it comes out on DVD.

I'd like to publicly say that my new love is my French-French dictionary "Le Robert Micro". After much stress, and practically forcing a classmate to return the money I had given her for the “missing” dictionary. I decided to order it, it arrived in a week, and we've been happily together ever since.

Do not try this at home, or anywhere, just don't do it

It's weird when you begin reading something that makes you feel uncomfortable, something that you know you probably shouldn't be reading/ seeing, for happiness sake. Since I seem to enjoy testing the waters of my emotions, I came across the blog of someone who I've never met but know. It felt like going through my boyfriend's stuff and reading love letters from his ex, except that I don't have a boyfriend and I'm not reading any love letters, I'm reading a blog.

The Internet has brought me good things and bad things, I've met people with just the click of a mouse, and I've developed friendships thanks to instant messaging. But going through this person's blog just irked me out (irked, not a word, but let's continue). It was like reading through a teenager's diary, happy, sassy and just too fucking happy (I'm assuming this person isn't a teenager, probably in their 20s). Every single entry is "wow, hooray! I'm so happy, my friends, my house, blah, blah, blah" Then I asked myself how did this person come across someone's life, sure, you can't judge a person by their blog, but gosh what a creepy little "teenager". The most fun part is seeing some names being mentioned, oh that sparked something. I wish blogs were always private, that way; I'll never be tempted to read the "teen's" crap again! But I’ll probably will.

So kids, don’t look at just anyone’s blog, think, it’s really not the best idea. Ok, that’s off my chest now, sigh.

It's 2:15am

I should be sleeping, but I'm disinfecting the crap out of my room and using asceptic techniques (learned in my microbiology class) in order to try sleeping peacefully, for maybe 4 hours. Scared of germs? Not quite, but an alarming phone call from my sister and mother, sent me to the drug store to purchase a few items, that after reading the instructions I chose not to use. All that is left is to dry my hair and sleep, but no, I'm going to check again for evil stuff. These are the moments where I wish I had my own place to live.

French Diction

After having not enough hours of sleep last night, I headed for school, talked about animals in my General Bio class and then headed for the fun part....French Diction test! I did well, I was a bit nervous and screwed some of the words, but the professor said that I did well, and was very prepared. Then he said, "Good job, but I must say, your R is too strong" (Refering to how I pronounce it). Wow, a french man told me that my R was too strong. Sure, it might seem trivial to you readers but it's quite dificult to get the sound right, and instead of working on it, I have to tone it down.

My Brain

I've always been very good with languages. (So modest, huh?) I started learning English at age 3 and by the time I started first grade, I was already bilingual. My interest for French began at adolescence, I found this language to be very smooth, elegant, and so intriguing. I began taking courses when I was in middle school. Then, when in College I decided to immerse myself and attempt to be trilingual...but now I feel like I'm hitting a rut. It seems like the more French I learn, the more screwed up my head gets. Now, instead of thinking in two languages (English & Spanish) like I always have, I'm thinking in three. Sure, this would make a language student feel proud, because thinking in the language you want to learn is a good indication that you are learning it correctly, and your mind is assimilating it. But! It makes me think twice when I'm using my other two languages, I catch myself beginning a phrase in French and ending it in English. After a while this has become a bit frustrating. So now I'm trying to find ways of separating the 3. I'm hoping that this is a normal step that will be surpassed with time. I'm trying really hard to stick to one language when I talk to my bilingual friends , like Mr. Emilio !

Nerdy comment: I'm so excited for my Phonetics test tomorrow!

Telephone weirdness

I'm a bit shocked, when a friend from school calls me Sunday. My phone wasn't with me, so my 5 year old niece picked it up, she hands me the phone and I tell my friend who she spoke to earlier...

"Oh, I thought that was you." My friend says.
"No, no, that's my 5 year old niece." I reply.
"She doesn't talk like a little girl."

This is the third person who has told me this.

Tu choisis quoi?

Il parait que les voyages en train finissent mal en général
Si pour toi c'est le cas accroche-toi et garde le moral,
Car une chose est certaine y'aura toujours un terminus.
Maintenant, tu es prévenu: la prochaine fois tu prendras le bus.

"Les voyages en train" Grand Corps Malade

We did it! Hooray!!!

I'll start my day in reverse.

First, I GOT IN, to my #1 choice. YES!!!!!! The magnitude of what this means hasn't "sunk in yet" with me, I feel calm, happy.

It all happened as I was in traffic driving up to Swiss Cakes, to order my mom's surprise birthday party cake. I called her, just to see how she was and suddenly she alarmingly says, "You got a letter from the UPR-Medical Sciences Campus...Miss Cristina Alvarado....." I interrupt her,

Worried me: "Open it!!"
Mom: "Well, are you sure?"
Worried me: "YES, YES OPEN IT"
Mom: "You also got a letter from Ponce, it's probably the reciept and some information do you want me to open that one?"
Starting to get emotional me: "No, I don't care, open the other one!!!!"
Mom:"Well alright, it's a big yellow envelope"

As she describes the envelope, hope emits from inside, I've never heard of big letters being sent to people who didn't get in. I grow anxious, and she finds it a bit difficult to open the envelope, it's been tightly sealed.

"Miss Alavardo, we are PLEASED to inform you..."

Well, if you know me enough you know what happened then. All the years, work, dreams to get to this place, the exact moment that I've thought about for the past 4 years. The road that led to this place, seems all well worth it. I think about the huge student loans that I won't have with tuition being about $8,000, sure I'll need a loan but not as much as for other Med schools. This is the best Medical School in the country, around 900-1,000 of people apply every year and only about 100 get in. There is lots of lost sleep and hard work coming my way, but I'm going to do it.

Once

I finally rented "Once" , after wanting to see it for a while, and missing it when it came to theatres here. I already knew what was going to happen at the end, because my friend Wil had told me, but I still wanted to see what it had to offer. After being moved by the wonderful music and story, I started identifying with it. I can't help but think what I was told : "That's reality!" I disagree.

The characters are both involved in tough situations, he wants to get a record deal and sees the only opportunity is moving to London. She has a child and a mother to take care of while also trying to work things out with her husband. What I don't understand is this, How can you meet someone whom you get along great, someone who you share so much in common with, someone who you enjoy even in fights, just someone who makes you feel like they get you, someone special, and not do anything about keeping that ? Does anyone know how hard it is to find someone like that? You don't just meet people like that all the time. So why does everyone have to be so complacent? So fine with not doing anything to see where this might take you. And they both leave each other to stay with : The ex girlfriend who cheated on him and the husband who she has nothing in common with. THAT is quite sad, and if that's reality then I'm an alien.

The Birds and The Bees, already?

Today, I was left at home with my niece for about an hour. We started working on a puzzle and she initiated a conversation about marriage; my niece is 5 years old. At some point she asks, do you have to kiss a boy in order to have kids? I froze for a second. My niece and I always have conversations, she is very mature for her age and has already asked the basic questions about God, family, friends, death, etc. As an aunt, I have no problem with talking to my niece about sex......but at 5 years old, it's too soon for her to even grasp that subject. I laugh, as her bright eyes look at me, eager for an answer. I fear that the next question will be, how do you make children? I develop an idea to change the subject, just in case that second question comes, and answer her first with a "No". Her beautiful eyes look up, and I can see that she is processing that information to what her idea of marriage is. She keeps working on the puzzle; I'm safe for now.

Caripelá

That's what I am, calling the RCM Admissions office to ask if they have sent letters this week. The Admissions lady is going to be annoyed, my number will soon be blocked, and I'll probably get my letter in June. Maybe I should just pay Ponce, then the letter will come.

Update: She didn't get annoyed, said that there were some decisions made this week but the Dean hasn't signed the letters yet. So! since Monday is a holiday, sigh, and Tuesday is Ponce's last day....there goes my money, flying away.

Ben & Jerry's , a place for new friends?

It seems like ever since I discovered that conveniently-closer-than-the-one-at-old SJ-B&J's I've been going there with my friends, a lot. I've met some pretty cool people there, mostly employees, who now know who I am, and are always very friendly.

I was studying tonight, but Sammy wanted to do a little something, so we went there, in El Guru, top down with "Beauty and the Beast" (I'm a dork, I know). At B&J's we had great conversation, good times as always.









Comments about my haircut.....

The latest

I'm tired of crying, worrying, wishing and getting hurt over and over again. Some time with my Human Bio book seems like a good idea right now.

In other news, yesterday, I got a haircut. I've had long hair for a long time, so I decided to make it shorter this time. I called Sergio, the only person in the world allowed to cut my hair, and he was nice enough to squeeze me into his busy schedule. I told him about my idea and he said:"Great! This will make you look formal and modern at the same time. No more of the girl with the long hair." That wasn't really what I was looking for, but I told him to go ahead with it. It feels like weight has been taken off my head! Hahaha, I like it. I do miss a bit of length, but with my busy life, it's better this way, at least for a while. When I get back home, my mother looks at me and says:"Awwww, te ves más nena!" (Implying, that I look younger, more like a girl) I'm confused; Sergio said I looked more "formal". Then my sister comes over....

Sis: "Hey! I like your hair!”
Me: "Thanks, mom says I look younger."
Sis: "Awwww, you do!"

Test Results

I took a test called the EXADEP (equivalent to the GRE) just in case I decided to do a master's in anything, also because my plan C was a master's in Speech and Language Pathology. I got the results last week

My score: 703
Max Score: 800
Score needed to be considered for the master's degree I applied to: 500
Hours spent studying for it: 0
Results: Laughter.

Kanji Thursdays, betch

So! I have a med school update!

Wednesday, at about 8:39am my phone rings, it was from the admissions office at choice #1. They invited me for an interview! The admissions' lady asked if I was sleeping, I lied and said no, but she knew better. It seems that as much as I try to disguise my "I just woke up voice" there is an intrinsic quality to it that I can't notice nor hide. The surprise was that the interview was the next day. My awesome sister quickly invited me for lunch in order to do a mock interview, since she used to interview people who were applying for jobs in her company a long time ago. It went great, she gave me tons of tips, and it was VERY useful in my interview.....

I arrived, in a cloudy afternoon an hour before my 1pm interview. Stayed in the car listening to my ........."Beauty and the Beast" soundtrack :) *blushes* Hehehe, it makes me happy. At about 12;30pm I headed for the Admissions office and they handed me a little paper with the person who was interviewing me, her stance in the school and office number. I had to walk a bit, but thankfully it was cloudy. Spotted the office, after waiting 10 minutes for the oh so slow elevator. As I walked and passed many med school students, they all looked at me and smiled, I bet they knew exactly what I was doing there. Also, I bumped into one of my friends who is a third year med student, it was a pleasant surprise, she told me the lady who was interviewing me was very cool so that eased my worries. Off to the office!

I had to wait 15 minutes to be interviewed, that made me nervous but I kept a somewhat strong face and said "Hi" to everyone who passed me by. The interviewer was very nice, polite and talked a lot about the school's philosophy. She asked me a lot of causal questions and I think I answered most in a good way while still being myself. I did get a bit scared when she asked me, why not study Communications since I was so interested in languages, but I gave her a somewhat poetic answer, stating that a profession in that field wouldn't satisfy me completely, just one side, because it would be ignoring my love for science and health related issues. She finished with a mighty handshake, said that I might get news from then in 3 weeks and wished to see me again.

I still beat myself up about forgetting the Microbiology conference I attended last semester, and I'm hoping that she did see my true interest and passion for becoming an MD, I want to get in :(. I'm hoping for the best, and all of you should too, please?

Right now that med school is like my new boyfriend, and I have BIG crush on him. I think about it everyday, and wonder if they’ll like me enough to let me hangout with them for the next four years.

Med School, Med School, Med School

That's what keeps ringing in my head during most of my days. With the notion that I got accepted into choice #2 (Ponce School of Medicine) I feel calmer, knowing that no matter what occurs with choice #1 (UPR- Medical Sciences Campus) I'm going to be studying medicine this year. BUT, being I, I still worry, because choice #1 hasn't called. I called them on Friday, and the Admissions lady told me that next week they would be getting in contact with a group of people to invite them for an interview. She also said that interviews will be held until the end of March, so I’m assuming that I'll know if I get in on April or even May. That for me is a long wait, but I guess I have no other choice.

Today I received the official acceptance letter from Ponce, I have to give them $1,000 and a letter accepting my position, they gave me 20 days to do that. My mother suggested to wait a bit to see what happens with choice #1 but in 20 days the most that can happen is an invitation for an interview. So, I'm paying Ponce.... somehow.

This whole situation just makes me worried, at least I turned down another med school before giving them $100, so I saved there. I just want to be done with this transitional phase of my life. Sigh, at least I’m not worrying about trivial issues, plus I can see some fun in this waiting game.

El Niagara en Bicicleta

As I get ready to go to school for my 10am class I decide to check the time on my cell phone, oh it's 8:45am, but wait, a missed call at 8:39am..... A number I didn't recognize. Usually, I don't return these calls, but since I'm expecting a very important call from my top choice medical school, I called back. To my surprise, a machine answers, "Thank You for calling the Medical Sciences Campus, at the University of Puerto Rico", Yay! I jumped, thinking it was finally my time for an interview, wrong! The Admissions secretary informed me that one of the letters of recommendation I had sent ( in November ) was invalidated, due to my intelligent Physics professor who didn't read the instructions and decided to name a "No basis for judgment" on 5 of the categories I was being evaluated on. She said that I was given a chance, to get another professor to fill out the evaluation form and return it as soon as possible at the Admissions office. It annoyed me, as I thought about how difficult professors are when it's time to ask them for favors. But, I didn't let it get me down and thankfully I found my Industrial Microbiology professor who gladly helped me. I rushed towards the train station, on my lunchtime, got off at Centro Médico and walked all the way to Admissions. Every time I walk there, I get a great feeling of nervousness and anticipation, I could be walking down those aisles with my med school books. I hand the letter to an admissions employee, only time will tell.

New language?

In the Ratatouille DVD, an initial menu appears....

Choose a language:

English
Español
Español Mexicano

Both Spanish language tracks are the same. Somebody made a BIG mistake.


In other language news, my first French class (Diction and Phonetics) comes with an awesome, young professor and cassettes to buy! It's very sad that, now, I can't practice in my car unless I find a way to update the audio version of the book. I'm still very exctied!

All done!

After about 3 days, I finished cleaning my room. It makes me feel great to know that everything in my closet is organized and accesible. I took pictures of two little treasures I found, which would be greatly appreciated by Emi and Sam.....

Bonita Reyes

Mi viejito lindo !

This is by far, the best drawning I've ever done. I'm still very proud of it.

All of these wonderful drawings were from a class we took on grade 11, in high school, about 5 years ago. It was a very relaxing and fun class, the professor taught us various techniques during the beginning of each class, and then he just left us to draw and chat, supervising the progress and helping only at certain moments. The best part was that we took this class during last period so we all left for home with a smile. I remember the endless jokes and funny moments that we all had. And, I got a little better at drawing.

Ufff

The last two days have been hectic, sad and good. Yesterday, after trying to mend the last pieces of my now wounded heart I found even more poetry that I had written in 2005-2006. All was pretty immature, in a literary sense, none of them are structured but still I'm so glad I kept them. They talk about the relationships I had in those two years, death and getting old. While I continued to cut receipts with my hands, my good friend Karen called, she immediately noticed the sad mood in my voice and said:” You need some caffeine or ice cream.” I didn’t know if I needed any of those two, but it was surely nice to get out of the house and spend some time with a fun friend, talking about different things over coffee. I even bought the notebooks that I needed for this new semester that begins next week. My school supply shopping was cut short when my mother called saying that she needed to go to the hospital. This alarmed me. My mother would usually not voluntarily want to go to a hospital, unless she was feeling very ill. I rushed home, picked her up and headed towards the hospital. Thankfully her situation wasn’t as bad as I thought, making me arrive home at 1:30am with hunger and sleep running through my mind. I ate some Chipotle leftovers as she made some ginger tea. We chatted while savoring the tea and I sent her to bed. While in my room, I decided to relax by watching, “The Last King of Scotland” a great movie, not really that relaxing, but I did fall asleep right after it ended.

Today I woke up really late, not even my alarm could’ve woken me up earlier. After breakfast I decided to keep the cleaning and organizing of my room, this time, dealing with the bottom part of my closet. I spent hours and even felt a little dizzy due to the poor ventilation of my closed room. I disconnected from the outside world and concentrated on cleaning, laughing at old things I’ve kept, and throwing away all that wasn’t needed. It is so wonderful how a small object or piece of paper can bring back so many memories that you think you have forgotten. After 7pm, it was time to take a break, getting a hold of my friend Hector and heading towards a new Ben and Jerry’s located right underneath a train station in Guaynabo. The ice cream was great and it was made even better due to the gorgeous redhead that served it. Flirty, nice and attentive he alleviated my concerns, there are attractive men in Puerto Rico, they’re just hard to find. I celebrated that fact, because it has been a while since I’ve met someone who genuinely attracted me so.

Hide and Seek

To this I'll admit....

I decided to listen to the entire song today, as I drove to campus. And now, I love it. I remember how much I used to hate it and thought that it ruined the whole CD, I even gasped every time it begun. Emi knew I was going to change my mind. :)

Last night

I dreamt that he wanted to be in a reality T.V show and so he submitted videos from his past. He used to be a ballroom dancer and enjoyed playing the saxophone while spending time with his friends. Ten years ago, he used to have spiky blond hair with brown highlights. I still felt the same, in my dream. Too bad he doesn't.

As I walked through the Mall with my family towards the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, I heard a familiar noise, a man playing saxophone on the streets, with a small book filled with music sheets. I remembered my dream, hearing the man play the tunes he loved to play. At the museum, I saw another man who looked just like him, a bit astonished I looked at him twice to make sure. Weird.

In front on the National Archives building, I read..."The past is prologue." I agree.

I've been in Washington, D.C / Virginia for about 9 days and with two days to go, I feel sad knowing that I won't get to see my father for a while. We had a great time together, we even discussed politics tonight. We will be celebrating Three Kings Day tomorrow, a common Holiday celebrated within Hispanic families. It is, the actual birth of Christ and the journey that three men took, to honor his birth. My sister was planning to cook a very traditional puertorican dinner, but since we've been going out everyday, she really didn't have enough time to do it. I guess I'll have to suggest Chipotle for tomorrow, hehe! Oh, I just remembered that we're going to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner. Speaking of dinner.....I experienced food poisoning tonight as we dinned in Ted's Bison Restaurant, I didn't eat bison, but my stomach didn't really care, it just didn't enjoy my meal choice and it let me know right after dinner. Thankfully, I feel better know, still a little beat up from that experience but good enough.

I have a lot of responsibilities waiting for me when I get home, hopefully I'll manage my time efficiently and get everything done before beginning my last semester of living the undergraduate life! I want to get into grad school !!!!

Today I invented a new way of keeping my hands warm without wearing evil gloves, hooray!

My air bed is calling....'till tomorrow.

The Washington Monument

I woke up, late, at 11:30am. After taking a shower I ask my sister if we are going out "I don't feel like going out.", she says "..but you guys can go right ahead." I ask my dad if he wanted to go and he didn't seem too excited about it. Great! , I thought, today was my chance to get out, explore the city on my own and hopefully meet new people too. I get ready , and before I go to the bus I see that my sister starts being mean saying that she doesn't know where she'll be when I get back. I thought she didn't wanted to go out. Then, I spend a few minutes getting my dad's borrowed cellphone number, just in case. That, made me miss the bus. As I saw the bus driving away, while I had a block left to arrive at the bus stop, I felt a bit discouraged. The next bus was coming in 40 minutes and being in 20 degree weather didn't sound so good, so I call my dad and tell him to open up for me, my sister, says that they're coming with me. Nooooooooooo! I really really wanted some time on my own. I came back to the apartment and told her that I wanted to go on my own and have my fun adventure, she didn't reply. The next bus was coming at 2:08 pm. I see my father and sister getting ready saying things like , "You tried to escape, huh?" , "Get ready quickly, before she escapes again!" It's 1:55 pm and I'm running out to the bus stop, they eventually catch up with me and we head out to the Washington Monument together.

My sister seemed a bit mad, I really didn't understand why. I don't need anyone joining me for walks around D.C, but it was fine if they wanted to tag along. We eventually arrived, got our tickets and went to the World War II Memorial (the pool was frozen!), right after discovering that we had to wait 30 minutes to go up the monument. She kept saying how she was not going up, but at the bitter cold, while waiting in line, she decided to go up. We eventually hugged and started making jokes, while a family from Argentina, standing in front of us, laughed. The winds up there were crazy ! And for some reason, there was this vapor coming out of the back of the Monument, a lot of people used it to keep warm and play around. When we got inside the security checkpoint our faces were red and my hands were NOT happy at all. On top of the monument we had the best view of D.C, making it worth the wait.

Then, we headed to the mall for a late lunch. My dad and me ready for some coffee. But after getting our Starbucks, my dad realizes that his coffee is not that cold, I go to the female barista, who apparently wasn't having a good day......

Me (Very nicely):"Hey, this is a bit cold, can you please warm it up?"
Barista: (Pissed)" What's that?"
Me: "A double shot espresso."
Barista: "I can't warm that up."
Me: "Ummmm, why?"
Barista:" Because the espresso comes out of the machine."
Me:"Then, why is this so cold?"
Barista:"I don't know! I didn't drink it!"
Me: (stares seriously at her)
Barista:" I can make it again for you."
Me:"Yes, do that."

She hands me the drink again and I ask if she wants the cold one back, "I don't drink that!" she says with her funny accent. Laughing, I take it and she replies :"Go 'head girrrl"

If you know me well, you are probably nodding as you know that every time I go to D.C something funny like this happens.

The National Archives Experience

When I get back to Puerto Rico, I'll put pictures in these entries.


"We've been going to Museums, 'cause that's what she loves." , I hear my father say as he talks to my godmother on his cellphone. He's right, I enjoy entertaining activities that offer knowledge too. The National Archives was no exception to that rule. I've been enjoying my stay at the District of Columbia, because it has lots of things that appeal to me. It's a lively city, surrounded by gorgeous buildings, a variety of places to visit and attractive men. I should consider doing my future MD residency here, right? It also has different types of nationalities living here, adding to it's appeal. The public transportation service is on-time , clean , and very useful. In conclusion, I really like D.C, now back to the Archives.....



I find incredible interest on how documents can be recollected and kept for years, waiting for someone to discover the stories they have to tell. Years of family documents, presidential documents, maps, videos, audio recordings, etc, etc, etc. All available to the public. I was reminded of my first year in College, when I wanted to be a Museum Conservator, and was even going to change my major, the years have gone by so fast ! I thought that would have been the perfect career since it involved having interests for art, languages and science. After my sophomore year, I came back to my strong desire of becoming an MD.

At the Public Vaults, I was, even, on the verge of making two new friends as we laughed while watching videos of George W. Bush when he was 3 years old, but I was interrupted by my father, thanks dad! Hehehe. Now I'll always wonder:"What if?" and I'll basically cry myself to sleep tonight (sarcasm!!!).

As I looked at the Constitution, The Bill of Rights and The Declaration of Independence, it made me think about all the history that led to the making of these documents. All the fights, struggles, hopes and fears from the men and women who shaped the history of this country. It also, made me realize that every country's history is mainly the same. It is composed of individuals fighting, and not fighting, for their beliefs and making their country the best it can be with their judgement in mind.


Oh, and by the way, my hands are terrible hurt from the cold. Temperatures in the low 30s have made my knuckles and wrists burn, and hurt. I'm putting lotion on them again, they're starting to itch.

The things I never said

Ever been in a moment when you have something to say but realize that it will be best to keep quiet? I think we all have, but being me... someone who just can't hold a grudge without resolving it, it's hard. This new year decided to surface things about 2007 that have been unresolved yet. I used to say that grey areas were fun, but they're not always this way. After skimming a bit through this blog I realized that I need to put a little push on the "Problems to solve list." It seems like the more advice I get and the more things I do, I still end up at starting position. I'll fix it, though.

This new year has also brought thoughts of traveling more, even if it has to be to The United States. Now that I have a few friends living there, I think it would do me good to save some money and make visits during my days off and enjoy the last semester of my undergraduate life. I already got a green light from Emilio, and that makes me a very happy girl.

There are things that I wish to write about, but being that this blog is public and read by a few, makes me very uncomfortable to write exactly what I'm feeling. I guess a notebook will have to do or I'll just spill my heart and guts on this web page, maybe later. :)