Because livejournal is how my parents stay updated.
Stuff that's been going on.
This morning I woke up to a bombardment of emails from my Spanish teacher informing us of this event on campus, a "Night with Sandra Cisneros," wherein she was going to read excerpts from a few of her books. So Spanish teacher (whom I feel strange referring to as any such word, since he's probably still within his twenties) cancelled class and asked us to attend in lieu of learning more about direct and indirect objects (which I'm okay with, since this will be the third language I've covered that in).
Anyway, so I went to said event, and let me tell you: at one point, I was almost moved to tears. This woman was probably the best orator I've ever heard, hands down. Her reading was more engaging than a some theatrical productions I've ever been to, and the only things she had to assist her were a podium and a microphone. She was like the crazy AP Lit teacher you had back in high school who was so bizarre, but who ignited that passion for Beowulf, totally unbeknownst to you. I know at least three of you know what I'm talking about (Heather, Katie and Annie).
Moving on.
This Saturday I'm attending the wedding of my English student, Agnieszka, or as she's called by those of us who don't speak Polish, Agnes. It's going to be a really great experience and I'm really touched that she extended an invitation. My experience with the literacy center has really been an eye-opener, and I think it might be turning into the first step in a career in language instruction (though not ESL, but foreign). And of course, the socialist in me still wants to spend the rest of her life learning about revolution and social reform, but I think Steve might disown me.
Blood is to be donated on Thursday. Approximately 100cc of it. Directly after the donation of said blood, I have to be on a bus downtown to start work at 4:45. Wish me luck that I don't pass out, though a little voice inside me hopes I do, because I want to know what it feels like to wake up from falling unconsciously to the floor. But I'm afraid it might hurt.
A note to everyone: curb your foul-mouth usage and refrain from speaking about apples and authoritative figures in your life simultaneously while conversing with Katie Zimolzak, as she will proceed to twist that into some kind of neo-Freudian manifestation of your sexual desires, and will probably cite you in her twisted dissertation some years down the line. And because she's going to be a crazily successful academic who will probably change the face of gender roles and sexual motivation, especially in such instances as the straw usage in Pulp Fiction, you will forever be remembered of the Girl Whom She Paralleled to Eve, because you talked about an apple being eaten with Nutella, and described that event while utilizing the word "fuck."
This morning I woke up to a bombardment of emails from my Spanish teacher informing us of this event on campus, a "Night with Sandra Cisneros," wherein she was going to read excerpts from a few of her books. So Spanish teacher (whom I feel strange referring to as any such word, since he's probably still within his twenties) cancelled class and asked us to attend in lieu of learning more about direct and indirect objects (which I'm okay with, since this will be the third language I've covered that in).
Anyway, so I went to said event, and let me tell you: at one point, I was almost moved to tears. This woman was probably the best orator I've ever heard, hands down. Her reading was more engaging than a some theatrical productions I've ever been to, and the only things she had to assist her were a podium and a microphone. She was like the crazy AP Lit teacher you had back in high school who was so bizarre, but who ignited that passion for Beowulf, totally unbeknownst to you. I know at least three of you know what I'm talking about (Heather, Katie and Annie).
Moving on.
This Saturday I'm attending the wedding of my English student, Agnieszka, or as she's called by those of us who don't speak Polish, Agnes. It's going to be a really great experience and I'm really touched that she extended an invitation. My experience with the literacy center has really been an eye-opener, and I think it might be turning into the first step in a career in language instruction (though not ESL, but foreign). And of course, the socialist in me still wants to spend the rest of her life learning about revolution and social reform, but I think Steve might disown me.
Blood is to be donated on Thursday. Approximately 100cc of it. Directly after the donation of said blood, I have to be on a bus downtown to start work at 4:45. Wish me luck that I don't pass out, though a little voice inside me hopes I do, because I want to know what it feels like to wake up from falling unconsciously to the floor. But I'm afraid it might hurt.
A note to everyone: curb your foul-mouth usage and refrain from speaking about apples and authoritative figures in your life simultaneously while conversing with Katie Zimolzak, as she will proceed to twist that into some kind of neo-Freudian manifestation of your sexual desires, and will probably cite you in her twisted dissertation some years down the line. And because she's going to be a crazily successful academic who will probably change the face of gender roles and sexual motivation, especially in such instances as the straw usage in Pulp Fiction, you will forever be remembered of the Girl Whom She Paralleled to Eve, because you talked about an apple being eaten with Nutella, and described that event while utilizing the word "fuck."