Got Midterms results back... they are....
GOOD ENOUGH. (my parents are going to ask me what exactly this means at our next Skype date...)
We will say that Spanish Civ. y Cult. is my best subject and POE is... not. Don't worry though... I passed; and according to Spanish standards, I passed with flying colors.
Let me fill you in on the past few days:
So, recently Colleen and I have started to play this really fun game called Guess What's Going to be on Your Plate ... let me tell you something... we have gotten GOOD at this game. One particular night I nailed it. I called: leftovers, tomatoes, bowl of potato chips, and pudding/yogurt... prior to my nailing this meal... Colleen and I discussed how we hated eating potato chips as a side dish because it's like eating fried grease. Well, like stated before, potato chips were on the menu that night and for some reason I didn't really mind eating them... I think it was because I was really into the TV show that was on while we were eating. Due to being hypnotized by the TV (which I could actually understand), my body started to function involuntarily. My hand was going potato chip bowl--> mouth [repeat several times]. All of a sudden I feel Colleen frog the side of my leg... I was quickly zapped out of my trance and I chalked the hit up to an accident and continued about my ways with the the potato chips. No longer in a trance, Colleen frogs me again and I know this is no accident. I look at her with the utmost confusment (not a word.. I know.. but today it is) and search her face for some kind of explanation...she gave me nothin' so, once more.. I went about my ways... I kid you not, this happened AGAIN! I was about to give this girl the frogging of a century, and I would have if MC hadn't been there.. although.. she was in a TV trance (like always) so I doubt she would have noticed anything... Colleen's crying may have snapped her out of it, but even then I don't know. Once we retreated back to our room, I asked her what was up with her frogging me in the leg and she said, "I knew you didn't want to eat the chips and you were just doing it to be polite"...I replied with, "Oh. Well, tonight I didn't mind" I then went on to tell her about how her life almost ended... one more hit and she was done for.
The next day I had to go meet my art teacher and a few of my classmates at a church really close to my house. Why? Well, because I am a "45hour student", I have to attend more classes than a 4o hour student (over-acheiver... I know... I gotta compete with Brittany some how. ).. there are 6 other 45 hour students in my art class, so instead of sitting in a cold classroom, we decided to go to a Catholic church and have our teacher teach from an actual structure, and not just pictures (you learn so much better that way). This church was super decorated... and by super I mean that's the best word I can think of to describe the decoration. It was ridiculous and a little bit sad.. money could be allocated in SO many more ways than decoration. In the words of MC, "What a pity". Within the church their were statues of the crucifixion, tons of the Virgin Mary, and also saints. They also had boxes full of electric candles beneath certain saints that you could put money into and it would light up a candle or two for you and (I think) could be considered a prayer? I'm not really sure.. I know pretty much nothing about Catholicism. Anywho... all that to share this bit of information.. there is a saint called St. Anthony who is considered the "Cupid" of the Catholic religion.. you pray to him when you are looking for a bf/gf/husb/wife... guess how many candles were lit. ONE. No lie... and I'm pretty sure it's because the average age in that church was 75... it makes sense.
What else... what else..
POE. That's what else. My POE teacher CANNOT remember my name!!! I've been in her class for 2 months and there are a maximum of maybe 12 people in the whole class!! This is a bit of an outrage. I even sit in the exact same seat every. single. class. Every Mon/Wed. this is what happens:
Sonia (I know her name) pulls out her attendance sheet and says, "Reh-bek-kah (bam, knows her), Sah-dah (Sarah [Moe]... bam knows her), Cooney? (she scans the room almost as if saying, "not her, not him, not him, not her....") and when she finally gets to me she says, "Ah, Cooney".
And everyday I think to myself, "yep.. been sitting here everyday since class has started.. maybe she'll get it the next class." That same class my theory of her having a screw loose was proven correctly. I've began to notice what when she makes a silly mistake she always sticks her pointer finger up to her temple and gives her hand a quick rotation; making a screwing motion. I was no longer offended she never remembers my name... she can't help it.
Later that same day, I had my Geografia de Espana class. My professor is just about the cutest thing ever, but in a goofy way (he's got sticky outy ears.. and his mannerisms are really funny... he's the one I was talking about when he does his "air quotes" he sticks his 4 fingers [two on each hand] up next to his head and air quotes outward (try it) and he looks like I dunno... a bird maybe?) Does't matter, it's funny. During our class (5 people) he starts humming "You are my Sunshine"... I laughed at him and he got embarrassed and told us that that song was his 5 year-old son's first song to learn in English. Cute, I know.
Yesterday while sitting in my Spanish Civ. class, I began to realize how the teachers here teach you the facts. I know you are thinking, "Well, I hope so.. " , but allow me to explain. What I mean by this is that when a professor is telling the class about a political party or a controversial topic they tell you how it is.. it's not filled with subliminal bias or tweaked to sound politically correct. It's nice.. it's one of the only things I like better than school in the U.S.
Speaking of Spanish Civ, my good friend Andrew (THE Texas kid) did the unthinkable the other day... He compared Texas (and it's inhabitants) to the ETA. If you are unfamiliar with the ETA, let me learn you something. The ETA is a Spanish TERRORIST GROUP that has been responsible for over 1000 deaths all because they want nothing to do with Spain. The ETA is located in The Basque Country (or Pais Vasco) and it's inhabitants have their own language, sports, etc. and they want to "secede" from Spain and become their own country and not have to abide by Spain's national rules. Now, not ALL of the people who live in the Basque Country are part of this group, but the civilians of this region are afraid of the ETA, and it's common for people to be threatened to donate money to the group or vote a certain way. Honestly, I see where Andrew was trying to go with this, but... he failed to execute the comparison gracefully... I buried my head in my hands and laughed out of disbelief. He can't help it.. he spent 3 years at t.u.
I'm pretty sure that's all I've got.
Except this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XY66ZJ0TFUI my art professor showed it to us.. I found it to be hilarious.. hopefully you feel the same too... the Spanish one is extremely accurate. :)
Dos besos,
Courtney
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