It’s at this point in my life where I’d like to hunt down the inventor of the Spanish language and give he/she a good dressing down… and I don’t mean for prom! Also, does anyone, preferrably someone who speaks Spanish fairly fluently (I know there are a handful of you reading this), who would be interested in trading brains for approximately a year and a half? I think that should be sufficient to get me through the next 2-1/2 semesters of my Spanish learning… after I get back from the dress hunting shindig, I mean.
Everything seems to move so dang fast in this class. I don’t remember moving this fast in high school Spanish… and I took like 85 years of Spanish in Jr. high and high school. My brain is a lot older than it used to be and currently is so full of English words, it’s hard to cram the Spanish words into the crevices. Translation: I can’t remember a dang thing! I might be a hopeless case. I hate pronouns… I hate verbs… and I really hate conjugation… particularly conjugating imperfect and preterite tenses! What the!?!? Those tenses mean the same dang thing in English, Spanish inventor… get with the times! I pretty much just have to guess between the two on every test because my translation skillz are horrid at best… 50/50 chance I’ll get it right and so far my running score is 1 right, 85,000 wrong. Good odds, Vegas-ites… who wants to buy Whitney a lotto ticket!?
Update on the weird class members… donut box/85-ounce soda girl has dropped out, leaving me by my lonesome in the Logan classroom (along with the professor and an aide). Floor boy is still in the class and is still as inappropriate as ever. I bow to my profesora… along with dealing with the deer in the headlights look I give her on a weekly basis for the entire 3-hour class, she is also mastering the art of dealing with floor boy’s weird outbursts and interjections… like the time a few weeks back when he blurted out that there was no way he’d be able to take the test before the deadline because he just bought some new video game (insert the name I can’t remember here) and he was too busy to study. Then, he promptly got out of his chair and left the classroom, only to waltz back in half an hour later eating an entire regular-sized bag of Doritos. Let me tell you… you ain’t lived until you’ve practiced Spanish with someone who was too busy licking the cheese off his fingers to recall which activity we were on. I had to work so hard not to tell him to go wash his hands before he touched his book, that I didn’t learn a dang thing that night. Oh the horror!
Back to this Spanish language inventor… take some notes from the inventor of pig latin next time you invent a language. Also, you owe me 80000000 brain cells and a brain eraser… I’m never going to get that Doritos picture out of my head otherwise.