La Bella Más Fea
Did some running around after work today and exchanged two of the skirts I bought a few days ago for two new ones...because one was the wrong size and the other one I decided I didn't like at all. I got my new bank card in the mail today, so I get to activate that...which reminds me I have to activate my credit card...oh, and I bought a new Spanish/English dictionary to travel with me at the Half Priced Books store. I have one, obviously, but it's kind of falling apart. I think I might be able to use duct tape to salvage it, but that's a might. So I bought a new one. I don't like it quite as much as my old on, but it will do.
I was talking to my friend Lynn, who is already studying in Salamanca, and realized just how rusty I am in speaking the language. That made me kind of nervous. But I'm going to do some reading and reading aloud to get my mouth moving again, and hopefully my brain moving in the right direction. I might like...make some flashcards of important words too. Maybe I'm being too much of a dork about this.
But I guess I really don't want to look stupid when I get over there. I mean, I applied for the advanced level, and from the looks of it my future roommate has already been all over europe....and comes from a hispanic background, which I know doesn't necessarily mean anything, but still.
I just hope she likes me.
I don't want to have a roommate that thinks I'm a total dweeb. That would make Spain not so much fun. I'm used to having amazing roommates that are practically extensions of myself. I'm going to miss them.
But I just hope I can speak enough to stay on my feet, and learn enough in my grammar course to get myself into the classes I want. I don't think I take my placement exam until AFTER I take my three week grammar course, so by that time I should be practically fluent, if all goes well.
Fingers crossed.
I'm going to visit my college next week, to say goodbye to professors and friends--because they really are my extended family. Between the English department and the Spanish department...I mean, they're such a big part of the reason I'm going at all. They've been so supportive. My advisor, Dr. Wastvedt, is the chair of the English department, and he emailed me really quick to see if I was still coming up for a visit because he'd "love to have a chat" before I left. Like that's how awesome they are.
Party on Sunday with a crap load of family, then just about two weeks until tak off.
oh my god.
I'm totally freaking nuts.
I was talking to my friend Lynn, who is already studying in Salamanca, and realized just how rusty I am in speaking the language. That made me kind of nervous. But I'm going to do some reading and reading aloud to get my mouth moving again, and hopefully my brain moving in the right direction. I might like...make some flashcards of important words too. Maybe I'm being too much of a dork about this.
But I guess I really don't want to look stupid when I get over there. I mean, I applied for the advanced level, and from the looks of it my future roommate has already been all over europe....and comes from a hispanic background, which I know doesn't necessarily mean anything, but still.
I just hope she likes me.
I don't want to have a roommate that thinks I'm a total dweeb. That would make Spain not so much fun. I'm used to having amazing roommates that are practically extensions of myself. I'm going to miss them.
But I just hope I can speak enough to stay on my feet, and learn enough in my grammar course to get myself into the classes I want. I don't think I take my placement exam until AFTER I take my three week grammar course, so by that time I should be practically fluent, if all goes well.
Fingers crossed.
I'm going to visit my college next week, to say goodbye to professors and friends--because they really are my extended family. Between the English department and the Spanish department...I mean, they're such a big part of the reason I'm going at all. They've been so supportive. My advisor, Dr. Wastvedt, is the chair of the English department, and he emailed me really quick to see if I was still coming up for a visit because he'd "love to have a chat" before I left. Like that's how awesome they are.
Party on Sunday with a crap load of family, then just about two weeks until tak off.
oh my god.
I'm totally freaking nuts.