schooled at school part II

students in public schools are taking the day off to protest, requesting more classes, longer school hours, student passes and a fee waiver for entrance exams. these are high school kids in uniforms, completely adorable jumping around and blockading the entrance to public schools with desks and tables...one roomate explained to me that public schools run about two hours shorter than private and are of course less well funded overcrowded ect thus ensuring that entrance exams which will allow students to attend unis in chile will be dominated by private school kids...and the notion of charging to take them also just places an economic burden on public school kids...

i can only say go kids. i mean i personally have never seen such an activated and organized group of kids, these are district wide strikes involving most of the public schools in Santiago, and the demands being made are pretty clearly articulated such that even gringo yo kinda gets it...

in order to support thier struggle several faculties at my school are also on strike and kids with signs halfway block the gates...

i however have a paper due. and this may be my most brilliant one yet. under the anti-fungal-fog of whatever-the-hell-im-taking to sacarme of the flesheating virus i remained unsure that i had managed however humbly to make any sense of the book that is probably for me reason enough to have taken this whole dumb class and read all those other crappy books because this one can only be compared appropriately to some of my favorite crap in the world, such as for instance Jeanette Winterson and Kathy Acker and Anais Nin...but really its the first one that holds up bigtime.

so rush out now and seek out the chilean author Diamela Eltit. fuckin brillliant shit. so i just read El Infarto Del Alma..which is a love story/filosofical treatise on hermenuetics/erotics/love/testimonio which deals with couples in an insane asylum...

accompanied by absolutely beautiful pics of aforementioned couples the text and imagery join in a zinelike short novel length thing that can be appreciated by anyone but only understood by crazy french theory people like Kristeva or Irigaray but in any case i wrote a fuckin paper and it wasnt half bad. i had to go search for backup, other smarter people who could apply all the french theory shit that i cant but i did ok...

so now im off to class.

yay.