Spanish II

Tonight was my first night of my Spanish II class.  I was very excited as I waited outside the room when I noticed that it was me and a bunch of old ladies waiting to go in.  I am looking around and thinking - seriously WTF???  Why I always surrounded by old ladies???  Sure I love me some old ladies - I mean they get wear what they want and say what they want and totally live life without a filter and no one cares at all - how awesome is that?  Literally they are completely insane and the world just accepts it as completely normal - love that!  Plus Lord know the old ladies sure do love me.  Perhaps very strange or weird but old ladies just adore the gays.

Well class starts and luckily some married folks show up - it is actually a good size class although I am still definitely the youngest student there.  I have not had formal Spanish class for a while so I was really excited about this Spanish II class, as I wrote about before in my blog.  It turns out that in this Spanish II class, oh which by the way but of course is taught by a sweet old lady who used to be an elementary school teacher, I am the only one - other than the teacher - that speaks Spanish.  The world so confuses me.  My life is truly a bad sitcom in which I do not wish to be the star!

The teacher read to us in Spanish "Little Red Ridding Hood".  Hello folks we all know the story, no real curve balls here and there are not many big words so it was pretty easy to follow along.  When she read it I was seriously getting flashbacks to Miss Jean in Romper Room and starting looking around from my snacks and mat so I could take a nap.  Then the teacher reads us the story again only this time she would have a dramtic pause at a keyword so we could say it.  I am sitting saying, "Nina, roja, abuela, casa, lobo, hambre, miedo, ojos grandes, " etc - nothing difficult.  The class was starring at me in utter amazement.  They were all like, "How is he doing it?".  I swear they thought I was a plant since it was just me and the teacher basically doing the exercise when it should have been the teacher and the whole class.  I seriously felt like that guy whose plane crashed on a remote island in the South Pacific and the local natives thought he was a god.

All that insanity being said there is still a brightside because there always is:  I really need to practice my pronunciation and I could truly focus on it but of course repeating "Buenos dias"  one hundred times will kinda help with that.