Yesterday wasn't my best day in the entire world. Classes went well, but I started to get pretty bummed out in the late afternoon. I've never been a social butterfly. In fact, I hardly constitute as a moth. I know that other people are having similar struggles to what I'm having socially, but I've been having quite a bit of difficulty finding the other people who haven't made new friends right off the bat. Probably because they, like me, aren't very good at ending up in areas where they are socially available. Anyways, I was a mess on and off for the remainder of the night, and while I was relatively happy at certain points, there were other points where I was absolutely miserable.
Today, I woke up tired, despite getting nine hours of sleep. Not really tired tired, but more the type of tired that you feel after crying right before you go to bed. Nevertheless, I trucked over to the Performing Arts Center and into my choir class. This already had me feeling a little bit better, mostly just because choir offers a certain sort of familiarity for me. I did have the chance to chat with a few people too, which helped. I went to get lunch, and then it was time for Spanish.
Before we move onto that, though, I should fill you in on a few things. I'm in Spanish 301, which is Spanish Conversation and Composition. It's a class meant for juniors and seniors. I most certainly am neither a junior nor a senior, and while I was definitely excited to be placed in such a high-level Spanish class, I was also a bit nervous. The first day was in English, which both helped and hindered my transition into the class. After we were dismissed, I went to talk to Dr. Gonzalez, and I explained that I wasn't 100% convinced that I should be in this high of a class, and while I was pretty sure I could handle it, it might help if he could take a look at some of my essays and examine whether or not my skills were up to par to be taking a 300-level class. He told me that we'd be doing some talking in class the next day, and he would be able to tell by the end of tomorrow.
We jumped right into Spanish as soon as he walked in the door today, and I was feeling a lot more comfortable than I had expected to feel. After analyzing a little composition in our textbooks, we were supposed to map out and write our own mini-biographies. With the help of my trusty dictionary, I busted out almost an entire page before class was over. He took some time to look it over, and he seemed pretty pleased.
After we were all set to go, I walked up to the front of the classroom once again, and told him, in Spanish, that I was sure I could do just fine. He said I was definitely capable. I had to resist the urge to do my happy dance.
I walked back across campus with this girl named Norma, and she seems way cool, and I love talking to people, and ahhhh.
Really, it is incredible how easily Spanish puts me on cloud nine.
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1 comments:
you have a lot more luck in Spanish than I ever did...wish i had a teacher like that...my Spanish teacher was a quack that couldn't give me 1/4 of a point for a B (lol)
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