It’s jueves, just one more day and then el fin de semana! I am both ecstatic and relieved to say that my first week of classes has been pretty fantastic thus far. The first day of class was a bit of a scare for me, but I can already tell that I’m improving and becoming more comfortable in my Spanish “skin.” I’m still a long way off from being as advanced as I’d like to be, but I’m working on it. For me, the Spanish language is like an addiction (except in this case it’s not bad for me, I’m just bad at it). Everyday it feels like it’s getting easier, and everyday I want just a bit more. Eventually, I plan to have as much of it as I can get. But I can’t give all of the credit for my improvement to the language. My classmates are a blast. Especially my lovely new friend, Molly. She helps me power through the stumbles. I don’t know what I would do without her!
I also have to give credit to my profesoras. Last week I was ready to jump ship but, luckily, my first impression was incorrect . They are both so sweet but yet so funny and animated that the best part of class is when they try to define new words while only speaking spanish. I feel like we’re playing charades. They do so many hand motions and nod so much that you can’t help but to feel encouraged to participate. My first profesora goes over conversation techniques with us, which basically means she has us talking about random, everyday things for two hours. It’s good practice. We have her at 9:00am, and at that time most of the class is still half-asleep, but we love her so we try.
If I had to pick a favorite, though, I would pick my second profesora. The first day I was convinced that she was going to be the worst teacher I had ever taken but, thankfully, I was wrong. The list of the reasons why I love her is long. First, she’s always 10 minutes late to class- always- which means we get a 20 minute break rather than just 10. I’m sure she does that on purpose, which is excellent. Also, the way she teaches is so entertaining. She loves joking around so, of course, I like to joke back. I’m pretty sure she thinks that I am uber boy crazy, haha! Every time she asks us to talk about Spain I always mention how good-looking the men are. She loves it! She told me to keep a look out for the tall ones because they’re usually doctors! I told her that may be the best advice I’ve gotten since I’ve been in Spain (I was kidding, of course!). Today, among other things, we discussed how good-looking the policia are in Granada, how pretty Irish men are, and how it’s easier for girls than guys to get out of speeding tickets in the US. I think I left her very enlightened!
I sincerely hope that my classes continue being this enjoyable because it makes it that much easier to stay motivated to learn this language. Well, I hope I’ve given you a good idea of what my first few days of class have been like. It’s siesta time and I’ve got to get some rest before karaoke night tonight.
Hasta luego,
Kaitlin
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