Tests. They never seem to make you feel good about yourself. You always second guess yourself and you never really know how well you did until the professor takes those pain-staking couple of days or weeks to grade them. I didn't feel too much anxiety coming into my test today, but afterwards is a little different of a story. I felt like I was cruising through the test. Circle, circle. fill in the blank. Of course there are a couple of words I didn't recognize but I have come to expect that from a Spanish exam. When I turned it in, I had a feeling of supreme confidence that I might not have gotten them all correct, but that I had done a pretty good job.
However, our professor thought it would be a good idea to go through each section and go over some of the mistakes that we might have made on the exam. As she begins to go through each section I begin to doubt myself. I begin to believe that I had done much more poorly than I probably did in reality. So, right now, I am not very sure how well I did on the exam or what to think about it. I guess I will just have to wait out those pain-staking days until early next week when she returns them to us. She grades out of 20 points and told us that a grade of 14 points out of the 20 is an average score. I hope to have done better than average.
We then toured some of the museums around town. One was a museum of contemporary art and the other was the museum about Qoricancha. Qoricancha is the area of the Incan temple built in Cusco, and it acted as the main temple as Cusco was the Incan capital. From Qoricancha starts the very traditional and very popular Inti Rymi (go check it out on Youtube!). However, when the Spanish came over and conquered the Incas, they built on top of the temple and destroyed many of the Incan temples and other signs of Incan worship all around Peru, and especially in Cusco. In the museum, they had all kinds of miniature models of what it used to look like as well as mummies that were preserved and skulls that were deformed. There were also some skulls that had needed some type of surgery and so the Incas would cut a hole in the top of the skull with a gold knife, work on the brain or release pressure, and then cover the opening with a gold plate. Everything there was so fascinating!
Right afterwards, I went to get some ice cream with a couple of the people from Mizzou and then proceeded to the main tourist market in town. The main reason I go there, other than to shop and browse, is to use the ATM. It take all types of cards and is easy to use, unlike some of the other ATMs in town, which are also sometimes very hard to find. I saw something that I thought my mom would love to have, but I didn't have enough money on me. Naturally, I went to the ATM and went to get out my debit card, only to find that it wasn't in my wallet. I know I had not been robbed because I still had my wallet and everything was in my wallet minus the debit card. So, I looked and looked and looked, but to not avail. I was not able to solve the mystery of the missing debit card.
When I noticed that it was no where to be found, I made sure to call my mother and tell her to cancel the card and tomorrow, after I get back from the project, I will call my credit card company. Apparently, I will need to wait two business days before I can withdraw money, but it should work out well whenever those two days have eclipsed. Until then, I will just have to cut back on the money I spend on food and walk everywhere since I will not be able to afford a taxi until I can withdraw some money. Right now, I sit at 1.20 soles which is the equivalent to $0.44 in the US! I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. If it works for Thomas the Train, it can work for me. Isn't that good logic?
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