A few words...

I want to make this clear from the beginning: At the end of the semester, I couldn't wait to finally finish it, and, if you ask me, I think that would be enough to explain my feelings about the period.

It’s not a lie that I don’t consider myself as a top class student, but neither a lower one. Actually, in the first months my grades were pretty good, but as many things it seemed that was too good to be true. Just like an airplane, I took off to land crashing. I would say that tiredness and uncommitted disposition aren’t a very good combination. But I didn’t feel that complains and argues would save me just like that. In the end, as a good Chilean, I put my all effort and dedication to going on… at the last minute. What can I say? I’m a patriot, I think… 

As for now I’m in the “so far, so good” state. I’m still putting out of my mind the idea that holiday is over. I keep once in a while “respectfully” rejecting alcohol parties. And of course my so called “film addiction” is quite normal, and it hasn’t complicated things in my studies at the moment.