I'll admit... I like taking random quotes from my philosophy class and using them as my title. I feel like it mixes things up with the "[Day], [Month]" format. :) I'll explain what the quote means and where it fits in soon.
Wednesdays suck. No matter how you look at it, they suck. I have class at 10:05am, 11:30am and 6:20pm all in the same classroom. In the mornings, I spend 2hrs and 30mins in the same chair. I hate doing that. Anyhow, my philosophy this week talked about souls. I always struggle to keep my eyes open. He just talks for so long and about things that never seem to feel particularly related to each other... I have to doodle to stay awake. But this time we got a story! About the Roman gods and how they were amazed with souls. Or something like that. The general story had something to do with Zeus (or Jupiter, I think) creating all these different animals and all the gods would be like, "Ooooh what an amazing [insert animal here]!!" But then he created the human, who could look like any animal. The gods were amazed, but didn't know what to say. I'm not entirely sure how all this fits into our conversation about souls, but it was nice to have story time. If anything, my professor is a very good story teller.
After my philosophy class was my literature class. Normally I look forward to this class, but I had a feeling we were going to get back our essays, so I was wasn't terribly excited. And I was right. We did get them back. And I did worse than I thought I would. The depressing part was it wasn't due to grammar. It was because of content. Grammar I can understand, I can fix. Content... is harder. I have to find a time to go talk to her within the next week. Ugh. I was very discouraged by my grade. I had to work very hard to hold it together in class. Somehow I managed and eventually made it home.
I walked in the door and my "mom" asked how I was. I said alright, but kind of sad. She asked why and I told her what happened with my essay. She immediately stopped what she was doing in the kitchen to come over and give me a hug and to tell me that I will talk to the professor, learn what she wants in an essay and that I'll do amazing next time (just like my mom would do at home!). I think we've officially broken the "awkward" barrier and now hugs are given freely! Yaaaaaay!! Only positive thing from all the drama with the Barcelona tickets.
Before I left, my "grandparents" came over to visit for a bit. I was exhausted, so I just sat on the couch and listen to everyone talk about a friend of my "sister". (Wow... I just realized that I wrote that in Spanish format but in English. It should be "my sister's friend". Hahaha...) Apparently she is allowed to run around and do whatever she wants. I dozed off at some point, so I don't remember exactly what was going on, but the part I remember hearing was my "grandma" say, "She'll open her legs for anyone...". I'm sure it was a very lovely conversation.
At 5:00pm I had to get ready to head back to class. I did so unwillingly because I had to go back for my second philosophy class. I struggled through that one (as always), but mostly because it is so late. I don't remember what we talked about... but I guess that's why I take notes, right? My professor finally said the words "next week" around 7:30pm and by 7:35pm we were done and free to go. Yesssss.... Finallyyyy!!!! I ran to the bus stop (well, not literally) and headed straight home.
When I got home, my "grandparents" were just getting ready to leave. I walked in and my "grandma" said, "One in, one out!" It was funny :) We stood in the doorway and chatted for a minute. In that conversation, my "grandma" looks at me and says, "¡Te queremos!" Which translates to, "We love you!" I was so flattered!! I love them too :) I am going to miss them a lot in December. *Warning: You will be hearing A LOT about Spain once I get home. Please expect it and just wait it out... It will pass... eventually.* They left soon after that and I just relaxed on the couch and worked on some homework, since I won't be here this weekend. I fell asleep on the couch again and my mom woke me up about 2:30am and told me (nicely) to go to bed.
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