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I feel a little bit like a columnist stretching for a good story right now. I have nothing inherently interesting to say. So I won’t even try to be mildly entertaining. (There’s my disclaimer. If you turn back now, I’ll never know.)

My classes started this week. I have three classes right now: One with three women at their office downtown and two small classes of teens at the institute, each with about eight students. My favorite class was with the beginning teens, who tend to be on the younger side of the “teen” category. The more advanced ones were a little older and a bit on the attitudinous side. (Ew.) But I anticipate that all three classes will go well, and I’m sure they’ll be more fun once we get to know each other.

I’m still living a bazillion hours away from where I work. (Annoying.) I’d like to move closer…but I’m lazy. Maybe next month. I’ll just keep complaining in the mean time.

In other news, I miss Seattle like crazy. I’ve never felt more ‘at home’ than I do in Seattle. It’s nice to feel like I’m supposed to be a part of a place. I still think it’s beneficial, in an empathetic sort of way, for me to have this experience as a foreigner living in a place that isn’t the home my heart would claim as its own. My situation is pretty different from that of the immigrants and refugees I hope to work with in my career, because I have the advantage of choosing to be here and the power to decide to leave. The experience should count for something, anyway. Right?

And that’s it. Nada mas. Or “nada ma” a they ay here in Chile. ¿Cachai? Ma o meno, I’m sure you do.



Whoever said that a watched pot never boils must have been a rogue physicist, because this one is doing just fine.