the coriolis effect

First day of school. Went into my first class of the year, all expectations- and someone came in to say there was going to be no class today. But 2 other exchange students there, so we went to check our email. Because all the puc students were registering today, we couldn´t, but found ourselves following someone to a little office with a computer. I thought the other exchange student knew this guy, but turns out, nope, just superhelpful psych student who happens to have notes for the class we want to take. Next class I went to though, found myself in a room of people waiting for clase de ingles...hunted down the lit office only to realize that when I was writing out my schedule, I´d slipped and written the m-j classes as monday (m, martes, yep yep). school 2, me 0. In the further hours I had to kill, in the drizzly cold (all the classrooms lead off outside), found the history bulletin with listings of classes that were only "licenciatura" in the coursebook. Went to one, 30 people, and only mildly got lost, and after when the prof asked me if I was going to the US during the semester (and I said no, because its true and thinking leaving the country was bad)turns out he´d be eager for me to do LoC or State Dept researching pertaining to the topic. AND I could write my essays in english (which is major cheating, in the long run...). and slogging to the bus ran into Andryka, Manuela and an other exchange student with them. Small world, especially when all 700 of us are flocking to the 20 classes with "latin america" in the title. There goes my plan not to have classes mondays or fridays (totally doable, though with hour and twenty minute classes, perhaps would have been painful), but its all for the good of the order.
at home, could see my breath in my bathroom (as usually) but also in my bedroom (a lot dismaying). Curled up under the sheets. One thing I could say about my first day- I may have been confused, but I didn´t get lost.