hawt
So the heat wave is on. To the incoming juniors, it is our last free summer before we begin to stress over that dreaded On-The-Job-TERROR Training. And as of now, I see absolutely nothing on the horizon. Unless there is a spot for an average economist, creative doodler, sarcastic humorist or elaborate (or redundant?) writer in Spain, that is. Because you know, I'd simply FLY OFF towards that direction any time of day.
Or learn to swim lengthy distances maybe and hope no european sharks prefer brown meat.
I have chosen already to spend my second (and LAST) free elective on Spanish 11 to solidify the foundations of whatever I do know about the language. Apart from having basic classes from Grade 4,5,6 and Senior year in highschool (whose lessons could be pretty much summed up in a quarter), Spanish 10 under an authentic Espanola profesora Alfonso (who told me that she is going back home to Madrid next semester :c) last semester has taught me to say more important things. I mean, what if I bump into Diego Luna one day in Mexico and all I can say is just oh hello, my name is Mica, I love you?
On a random note, I'd love to be called a Madrilena (girl from the awesome beautiful Madrid).
But boooooo, it took long to say NO to either Creative Writing 100, a Political Science elective or Fine Arts 28. Why can't B.E. have more free electives anyhow. BOOHOO. Economics majors are lucky!
I have also discovered that some highly cherished highschool friends also appreciate a certain beautiful artistic genius. CHEERS.
Summer classes for next semester are a drag. Actually, no. Not really.
I'm giving this movie a chance not only because Diego learns to moonwalk but because it does not look ordinary. At least not something people often flock to see. But I will. :D
Or learn to swim lengthy distances maybe and hope no european sharks prefer brown meat.
I have chosen already to spend my second (and LAST) free elective on Spanish 11 to solidify the foundations of whatever I do know about the language. Apart from having basic classes from Grade 4,5,6 and Senior year in highschool (whose lessons could be pretty much summed up in a quarter), Spanish 10 under an authentic Espanola profesora Alfonso (who told me that she is going back home to Madrid next semester :c) last semester has taught me to say more important things. I mean, what if I bump into Diego Luna one day in Mexico and all I can say is just oh hello, my name is Mica, I love you?
On a random note, I'd love to be called a Madrilena (girl from the awesome beautiful Madrid).
But boooooo, it took long to say NO to either Creative Writing 100, a Political Science elective or Fine Arts 28. Why can't B.E. have more free electives anyhow. BOOHOO. Economics majors are lucky!
I have also discovered that some highly cherished highschool friends also appreciate a certain beautiful artistic genius. CHEERS.
Summer classes for next semester are a drag. Actually, no. Not really.
I'm giving this movie a chance not only because Diego learns to moonwalk but because it does not look ordinary. At least not something people often flock to see. But I will. :D