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Welcome to my stream-of-consciousness during the middle of studying for midterms, provoked by a sudden kick of caffeine from Nescafe and sugar. Yay!

The cons and pros of getting a job in Chile:

Case Study: Astrid y Gaston. (http://www.astridygaston.com/)

Cons:
It would take a lot of time even to have a part time job in Chile. I mean I’m already trying to do this volunteer thing, which would take up most of my free afternoons. And I like the volunteer thing, the people are different from anybody at Stanford and its good to get out of the center. And I am traveling pretty steadily for the next three weeks after this. First to Bueños Aires, then to Viña del Mar, Vadivia , Chiloe, oh my! And then, if I decide to take classes at the Chilean University next quarter, I would have like no time whatsoever. And I want to take classes at a Chilean university because I want to meet more people my age. Right? Right. Okay.
It’s illegal. And I’m not really ready to end up back in the states. But they are pretty lax about the illegal stuff here. I mean, I don’t really need a work visa because they just don’t care. They just don’t want to be responsible if I chop off my hand or burn off my face or something. But, it’s not even like I’d be getting paid. (I think; but that hasn’t really been discussed, yet.) It’s an internship.
It would take away time for my host family. Considering I would probably get paid in meals, which my host family provides and along with company during mealtime. In fact, the most interaction I have with my host family is over a meal. Then again, I am moving out next quarter, which also means that I would have to spend more time getting to know a new host family.
Fabia would flip. Hee, my mom would flip. Everyone would flip except for dad. And he would be excited and then flip when I fail out of school.
I am a student, despite appearances. I should be studying. It’s also illegal.

Pros:
I’d get to work in a kitchen in Chile and learn Spanish! Sweet! Umm, that basically sounds like the offer of a lifetime.
They don’t care if I do or don’t have a work visa, as long as I don’t chop off my hand or burn my face off or something.
I’m a student. I’d be learning about kitchen-y things and Spanish!
I would get to meet more Chileans, and learn more Spanish!
I’d get to cook!
It would make me feel more independent here, which would be a good thing.
I’d get out of the center more.
It could be lots of fun.

Yep. That’s it. Working in Chile is probably the stupidest idea I’ve been excited about in a while. Yep. Okay. Disappointment will set in for the next couple of hours, at which point I will decide that being a student in Chile is not my first priority and that living in Chile is. And then I will go through this discussion again. Wow, life is so predictable. Funny how that works. And the caffeine rush is gone.