My ideal holiday

Generally speaking, my holidays HAVE been ideal, mostly thansk to my father. See, he's one of these old-fashioned german immigrants, totally in love with the landscapes in southern Chile. We actually lived there, so our holidays were tipically in some god-forsaken place, surrounded with thick vegetation, bone-chilling rain and a tiny tent protecting us from the weather. I loved those trips to death, and just recently, I managed to convince a group of close friends to do the same. This year year we spent a whole week walking in a national park (that´s when we got trapped in the mountains because of the earthquuake), and it has been one of the most gratifying exeriences of my life.
Next year, however, I'm trying a totally new type of vacation: I applied for the Work and Travel Summer Program, so I get to spend my summer months freezing i nthe upper hemisphere, working in New York in order to have enough money to sustain my living in New Jersey. I'm really excited about it, I get to improve my english, meet a whole new culture and I get to forget about university, it's complications and all that. I'll be gone for the holidays (the actual ones, Christmas and New Year) though, but having the oportunity to know the most life-bubbling city in the world makes up for it.

My favorite picture

This is, by far, my favorite picture. I took it about a month ago, just about a day or two after my baby hedgehogs opened their eyes. I was incredibly lucky, considering that, as a surival instinct, the mother eats it's proginy when feeling threatened, and it just happens to be that the mom decided to go on a walk through my room, leaving the poor babies unattended. Bad mom for sure, but I couldn't be more thankful.They were still shaking, unused to their own legs supporting their weight, so they wobbled around most of the time. This baby however, decided to stop for a moment and use it's newly opened eyes to scout it's surroundings, which mainly consisted in another hedgehog's face. They didn't seem scared at all, which is rare, considering these creatures have no other means of self defense than curling into a spiky , almost hermetic ball. Finding them both completely unfolded was pure luck.And well, me being so overly on top of them, they no longer considered me a threat, which I think is kind of awesome.
Only one of those babies now remains with me, having sold all the other 4. I still get to keep the baby's dad and mom though.

Stereotypes

Oh this is fun stuff to write about. My faculty houses 3 different careers: Architecture, Geography and Design. Generally, we don't get to interact much with other careers (I'm in architecture), but there are certain tendencies that can be clearly identified. Design and Architecture are stereotypically higher in the socio-economic spectrum, though it is hardly definitory. I've also noticed this has increased through the years, as in, more ABC1 kids have been entering the faculty, kinda bumping out the idea of a socio-economically diverse university. Not that I complain, really. How could I? I'm not exactly aboriginal, and well, let's face it, pretty girls entering the faculty is a bonus, no matter how you see it. My generation, at least, is especially blondish in regards of first impressions. Of course, it wears off as soon as they open their mouths, revealing a very special kind of down-to-earthness and general niceness, but still, it's fun to make fun of it.

One thing that defines our career, though, is the lack of time and sleep deprivation. That particualr feature doesn't give a rat's ass about parent's level of income, leaving the faculty every Semana de Taller filled with zombie-like students slightly crashing into furniture after delivering models. That is something we all can relate to, definitely