My semester so far

This is my eighth semester, and it has been the most difficult and exhausting. I have my work practice, portfolio, undergraduate Seminar II, a CFG and English, which I had to repeat. This semester I went to live with my girlfriend in Quilicura and I spend a lot of my day traveling, I leave at 7 in the morning and arrive almost at 8 at night. And on weekends I work as a freelance designer. 

The class and day that I enjoy the most are wednesdays, I enter at 10:15 am to portfolio with a teacher who taught me in my first year, she loves me a lot and it is very nice to talk to her. She teaches us about the working world of our career and I have learned a lot thanks to her. The bad thing is that after I have to run to my work practice, and although I like to practice what I study, I am demotivated by how little they pay and design for people who do not know about design, then many times I deliver something that I do not like. I leave you a photo of my desk in my practice. 

I run all day between the university and my work practice, I arrive at my department to advance my research thesis, I do my university homework, I also cook every day or prepare enough food for two days, I love to cook, so it is a moment I enjoy very much.

On weekends I should have more free time, but no, I work (fortunately at my time, being independent), and with my girlfriend we move forward with improving our little house, we take the opportunity to buy furniture, paint, tidy up, and see what we can buy that we are missing, besides cleaning everything so we don't worry during the week. The good thing is that we try to go out for a walk at least once a week and every other weekend we go out to the disco, bar or to one of our friends' houses. We also like to smoke together, it's a lifestyle that relaxes us a lot. Without a doubt the most relevant thing of the semester has been living with my girlfriend, I do so many things that sometimes I explode, and she is there to hug me and help me in everything she can. I leave you a photo of the last bar we went to.