Big deal. Huge deal. Grande.
The worst part of life here was Latín because everyone has studied it before here and I've been stumbling and lagging behind all month and I just wanted to die every day in this class sooooooo I finally whipped out my little dictionary and figured out how to ask if I could just study my Spanish textbook from home until I'm a Spanish genius. The teacher (a funny little old guy) smiled and rambled and I was very confused until one of my friends laughed and said "¡FIESTA!" which directly translates into "no más Latín".
Ugh okay, more exchange student drama coming your way.
One day, I will look back on today and laugh. One day.
My class has gym every Tuesday for two hours.
Two hours. Are you feeling the significance of this?....
The gym teacher loves us American girls (think back to that lovely introduction on the first day of school) and he likes to single us out.
We played several different games where he told us what to do. Of course, Olivia and I understood absolutamente nada and he had to repeat everything very slowly.
In fact, he repeated everything very slowly even if we did understand because he just got a kick out of treating us like three-year olds.
Also, in fact, three-year olds understand more Spanish than me.
I am so bad at any sport involving a pelota.
So I'm sure you can imagine how wonderful my futból skills are.
More unnecessary attention.
So, we have to go back for two hours after lunch on Tuesdays (don't you love Tuesday's? I do) and I had Griego and Filosofia. My profé de Filosofia made me read outloud.
She chose something really hard.
I didn't recognize anything.
So I'm sitting there stumbling over words and the class is snickering and muttering "dios mio" and I'm wondering why I didn't predict this earlier and take cover while I could.
As if that wasn't a horrendous experience as is, I was also asked to translate the passage into English.
.....…........…
Yeah, um, no.
I completely and totally made up a little story and rambled on until the teacher said they got the picture. After class, Olivia was like "was that really what it was about?"
Also today, at recreo, a boy asked me what the correct way to pronounce "water" is. We worked for like five minutes on this and he is still saying "watair" instead of "water".
These weeks and little experiences are absolutely flying by.
I have been in a weird headspace for the past three days. I'm dying to return home, but then when Pedro mentioned skyping when I return home, I didn't even want to begin to imagine leaving this new life I have established.
How weird, I have another life to live at home.
Ahora, ¡estoy en biblioteca y todo el mundo está hablando muy rápido!
Must concentrate.
Chao
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