Thursday – or the day things really got going
I got up this morning as Erin was leaving the house. Okay, I was actually awake and moved into the front room BEFORE Erin left the house, and then stayed awake after she left because I knew that I needed to shower/shave and head to campus a couple of hours early.
Why?
Still not sharing that information.
However, I did need to be on campus before 11 a.m. so I could take a Spanish test. That was interesting. The teacher said, when asked what we should prepare for, “Prepare for everything,” which was completely not helpful. The outcome, I prepared, but didn’t prepare well enough.
On the flipside, taking this test (which I am not sure whether or not I failed or passed???) I now know what it is I am preparing for when it comes to taking these tests. Viva la test.
In better news, I don’t have classes on Monday. Something about Martin Luther King and Civil Rights day (depending on where you are at in the country). Not sure I care about the reason for cancelling classes, though I do like the fact that they are cancelled.
Now toward the negative, I get to get up at the crack of dawn, tomorrow, and go to campus to meet with a group of people I, so far, don’t really like. We are being “trained” on how to research and study for a presentation we are giving (individually) as a part of a different group (at least one member of which I know I don’t like). The outcome, as my mother so lovingly puts it, is, “Late nights make for sorrowful days.”
The real kick in the pants is that I don’t know whether or not I have time (after the “training”) to come home and grab some zzz’s before I have to be back on campus for my classes. On top of that, I do know that after classes I have a thing I have to go to, and then work, and then… who knows what comes after that?
At least I don’t have school on Monday.
The Spanish teacher said something I thought was interesting. He references To Kill a Mockingbird and in doing so explained how Scout (protagonist and narrator) learned how to read. Essentially, at first all she could see was the black line of words. None of them made sense. And then, one day, she saw that there were individual words and each word had an individual sound.
What does this have to do with Spanish?
That is a question… not necessarily a good question, but a question that I will deign to answer.
If you memorize as many words and phrases as you can in Spanish, sooner or later those words and phrases (more phrases here, people) will become individual words and you will develop the ability to coherently put words together into phrases outside of the memorized ones. You will become Scout and will learn to read.
I am struggling to not kill something. So… you know… it all works out.
Speaking of killing things; I was out shoveling the driveway the other week and took a momentary break to watch a hawk circle the area. Hawks, as everyone knows, are non-migratory birds and this one (I am sure) was looking for a stupid rodent to leave its den and race across a field so it could swoop down and kill the beastie.
While I watched, it did not see any prey and as a result screeched (which is designed to frighten prey and make them run) and then flew off over a hill.
Later that day, as I came back outside (in preparation for school or work or something) I looked into our neighbor’s backyard and saw this same hawk (very distinct). And in its talons it had a small bird. When the hawk saw me, it flew up and over a fence, out of sight, to consume its kill.
At the exact same time, it was both a beautiful and disturbing sight.
I won’t elaborate.
Anyway, that’s about all I am sharing today.
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