Monday, June 20, 2011
So, here's the past 6 weeks of my life in a list nutshell ('cause don't you just love lists?):
1. My husband found my computer in the trash courtesy of my son. (Apparently he was frustrated.) I soon found out it was missing the "N" and "B" keys. (Apparently he was REALLY frustrated.) So, consider every B and every N (and there are a lot of N's) a gift to you, the reader.
2. I have officially read enough and written enough to be finished with Literature courses for the rest of my days. Funny, one of my teachers said that my paper on Aldous Huxley's Brave New World's ramifications on modern cinema was "very well written", yet gave me a B (maybe that's why my son tore the letter off my keyboard?). Then, when I wrote my final paper for the class, all the while thinking, "This is crap. Don't worry about it being good-- just finish!" he gave me an A. I'm not complaining, by any means-- it's just odd how things pan out sometimes.
3. I helped my husband upholster a seat for the car he's building. The sense of accomplishment is astounding.
4. I have found out it is possible to fall completely out of shape in less than 6 weeks-- and that's cool. I've needed the time to read and write and study and take care of my family-- working out and healthy eating can wait 'til after my trip.
5. I have heard that in Spain they drink wine with Coca-Cola. I tried this concoction. It tastes like-- wine mixed with Coca-Cola. Meh.
6. We have moved from a tiny apartment to a house. Our commute is quite a ways away (we live in the boonies now) but our dog is SO much happier not being cooped up. We got my daughter a bunk bed and my son commandeered one of the bunks-- now we have an extra room. :)
7. I'm finding that "getting through" is sometimes just as effective as excelling. Don't worry!
Yet another Spanish exam finished-- woot! Our oral exams (or, as I call them, "talkies", 'cause oral makes them sound fun...and they are NOT fun) are basically a nerve-wracking leading of the supposedly bi-lingual student to slaughter. Thank God they're at least not like speech class in that we choose groups of 3 and we have to have a conversation with those people on the surprise topic given by the instructor. "Surprise! Talk about what you did last weekend using perfect past tense-- go!" Today, thank God, the topic was, "Talk about the last time you were sick." Awesome! I don't know if it's because that stuff stuck in my head more than the latin emtionicons from the last chapter or that I'm a complete hypochondriac, but I think I did well, and that's all that counts. I've been stressing this class since I bombed the first exam (in my defense we were moving at the time and it was comprehensive Spanish 1&2 plus a new chapter- excuses excuses). But, as I read back over some of my blogs last night I realized I am usually stressed I'm going to fail, and then I don't. It's like I'm looking to produce sweat equity in my classes-- like I need to worry about failing, otherwise I will totally fail. Stupid, I know, and emotionally draining. Well, for the next week, I'm not worried about it. I'm going to NYC with my husband and I'm going to enjoy myself. Hopefully I'll recharge the batteries enough to hit the books hard and make up for that test bomb earlier. ;)