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

My Favorite movie: Either Inception or The matrix

Why these 2? well, ebcause they're similar in terms of awesomeness, cool story, mind-blowing action scenes and pure eye candy in terms of special effects. See, that's what I look forward to in a movie. If I want to see an emotional, heart-breaking story about an elderly couple or something like that, I can read a novel. Special effects are something so uniquely related to movies that it makes me want to get the most out of it.
Inception is this incredibly cool story about a specialized team who sets out to inflitrate an idea in the mind of a person, via his dreams. Obviously, the person's dream is filled with badass, gun-wielding, mercenary-looking proyectiosn of his mind, so the main characters spend the whole movie either runnin or firing back, which is awesome.
The Matrix, as I'm sure you know, is somewhat similar in terms that it takes place in the mind of a person, some sort of collective dream created to keep us from rising against the machines, who are the baddies this time. Neo (the main character) realizes this, awakens and then proceeds to learn all sort of cool fighting skills in order to kick some machine ass in the form of Agents, which are the police in this collective dream we call the matrix. Did I tell you how awesome is that?

Assignment regarding the earthquake

As part of an assignment given in English class, I was told to write about my experience during the earthquake early this year. It so happens to be that I was on a national park near Talca, up in the mountains, when it happened, so there were a lot of rock slides and road blockings all around me.  I was there with 3 friends of mine, camping, and were lucky enought to be camping in a forest that night.  The roots of the tres held the ground together, so we weren’t in any real danger, but we later found out that some other hikers got injured badly. One even got his arm broken, when a pretty big boulder fell right on top of his tent.

Since we had it easy, and were sort of disconnected from the rest of the world, we went back to sleep and didn’t give it much thought, thinking it was some sort of long tremor at best. I was actually washing the dishes in the river when a park gaurd told us how much it affected the rest of the country. Talca was a chaotic mess, phone lines were down and all roads to Santiago were closed. We were stuck in that National Park for the following 3 to 4 days, quite comfortable and with food and water,  but no communication. We had no idea how to go back, until this friend of mien offered himself to go to Talca and try to call our families. His dad managed to get a car and drive straight to Talca and pick us up. Our families were worried sick, and were happy to know we were okay.