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I made 100 on my calculus test.
Yes, it is that big. This is the first time in my whole life to ace one of Ms. Greer's test. And guess what? I didn't have to beg Michelle to teach me the chapter, I understood it all on my lonesome. And you know what? It feels good. =D
Ok, a little bit about Mexico: it was the most amazing experience ever. Except maybe Gov. School. They're real close. I really really really enjoyed speaking and listening to Spanish 24/7. It was definately harder than I thought it would be, but I would do it again in no time. In fact, I really want to go back. Like, tomorrow. The hardest part about speaking in Spanish all the time was that I understood bits and pieces and sometimes missed the whole meaning of whatever they were saying to me. Something like, they would ask me how many brothers and sisters I had and I would tell them my sister's name. That particular thing never happened, but oh so many other mistakes did. I was cold one night and asked for a table cloth (instead of blanket). When asked what I was eating once, I replied "firemen" (instead of marshmallows). I asked an eight-year old girl where her knife was (instead of necklace). No, they don't make sense in English, but it was just as funny.
The family I stayed with: Pati and Cesar (mom & dad) had 4 kids: Erick, 14; Octavio, 12; Claudia, 8; and Geraldine, 1. The two boys were really funny, but made fun of me constantly. The sad thing was I only realized it about half of the time. Tavo knew English somewhat. Not enough to really get by, but enough that he was really really funny sometimes. Once he was beating me really badly at a board game and he told me "Cheer up." It made me laugh, how did he learn that? I dunno. Erick didn't talk a whole lot, but he and Tavo together spelled trouble. Claudia had a million friends on the street, and all the little kids wanted me to teach them English and play "futbase" or kickball. That was awesome.
Ok, it's storming so more later.