economía puede chupar mis nalgas

so my program requires that i take 6 classes. fine. i have fulfilled this requirement by taking three bullshit classes and three real classes...
the most bullshit of all bullshit classes is called seminario de cultura chilena. it covers, apparently, everything..and i have no choice, i have to take it.
each week a new professor shows up to spend two class periods which are two hours long, on a given theme...say. the history of chile.
or chilean economy.
that was today.
where to begin where to begin.
ok. i had a paper due in another class and got up early to finish, so was already pretty tired even after two cups of crappy coffee...i wanted to skip it but somebody reminded me that thurs the partying begins and thats when im a want to skip this...
they have all these parties to celebrate idependencia with like music and food and dancing and stuff...
anyway so i go even though im really tired and at first, when i see that this guy has diagrams projected i think maybe this wont be so bad.
ill tell you what i got out of the dude last week who had that thick chilean accent like he got cotton balls in his mouth and who i actually could understand but kinda wished i couldnt...
chile is a poor country, very very isolated..mountains. big. dryest desert in the world, biggest terremotos...did i mention isolated?
about an hour in this was about it and i stopped listening and started doodling in my notebook.
well today was worse.
homeboy puts up his figures and he says, we fins to talk about three épocas, the middle one is of course allendes rule and hes all, well here we have government interference with free market, and thats obviously bad, the following period, military dictatorship, was an example of the government mostly hands off the economy, with intervention that helped it progress...
im all great so once again they send us a retrogressive freak with whom i am literally unable to either argue or agree in even any small part...i know there prolly someone out there who can..but it aint me..
then its charts and graphs and numbers and markets and blue lines and red lines and dots that look like eggs and import and export and on and on...
i do some spanish homework...i look up some words...i get very tired.
one guy actually gets up and leaves, homeboy stops talking to draw attention to this.
i stay in my seat.
shoulda vaulted the fuckin table and ran for it.
it just keeps getting worse..
the part i can kinda sorta understand is that clearly pinochet worked wonders for the economy and i think thats just fuckin dandy...
and then theres just all sorts of numbers and lines..
im so tired i can hear songs playing in my head, so i start drawing swirly lines and writing the lyrics in my notebook.
i wanted outta there so bad i was ready to claw my own face off...
nota a mí misma. never ever ever, nunca jamás take a class on economía, especialmente no uno ensañado por some kind of fucking retrogrado conservador cuico freak, y especialmente nunca en español.