8:00 am. in what we call the building auditorium at UCLA Haines, a speck of attending my first class in the second quarter, a class that is part of undergraduate and postgraduate in Sociology. Arrived 2 minutes later, everyone is already sitting in silence and the room was impressed enough, is neither more nor less, as the movies. I feel, upon entering on the left, so as not to disturb anyone. When I looked up meeting half anthropology department scattered among nearly 200 students in the classroom What the hell are you doing here? One of the girls in my department, but also visitors like me from Israel, shake hands on a plain "VEN PA 'CA' there I go, bag, jacket, wallet, car keys, glasses ... I get to the site that is just on the other side, miraculously without anything I drop. I'm sorry, look on the armrest that is everyone except me and supported me find it under the seat, try getting up and I drop everything, get out, snap it is to be a hit and I did not want make noise! Tap and the class starts. The teacher is from England and is now being more English accent note that ever, the best has been at Christmas. In half of the class divided the pen without realizing it and fly the cap against the girl sitting in front of me, as each row of seats is higher than the previous cap directly given to the head. She turns around, I apologize, I smile and starts looking for the top, you trying to say do not worry, you do not need, but nothing, still looking for the top without stopping. He wears a black shirt with gold lettering behind where it says: all you need is love Theta. "All you need is love THETA" Does anyone know why fraternities are Greek letters as names? Overall, the girl "Z" is looking to cap a strong emphasis that I can continue the class without it. Sometimes you wish people here were not so so so nice. Towards the end I notice that almost everyone has his thermos of coffee, I think a great idea for the next myself. End of class. The girl asked Israel to do this Christmas, before finishing the sentence and I think I was wrong to question: "nothing here in LA, do not celebrate Christmas." I go to speak with the teacher (and we know it, is that given for asking things in the middle of class last quarter) asked me if I just arrived from Spain for the holidays, I say yes, I said it feels much class time, the 8 man, yeah es una putada, pero vaya, hay cosas peores. A las 9 de vuelta a casa por Sunset Boulevard, casi sin coches y con un sol precioso, las palmeras, el calorcito, la gente sonriente, los cochazos, la 405, las casazas… ¡¡ya estoy aquí otra vez!!
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