I started my "Survival Spanish" class today and I'm killing them so far. The first thing, I was early to class and because of a traffic accident, everyone else was late. (Plenty of time to schmooze the teacher, if you know what I mean). Next thing, I did the alphabet great. No one else was close to how great I did the alphabet, matter of fact. After class, I went to the bookstore to get the required text. Whoa...I called the teacher of the class that the bookstore only had so many left... Far as this class goes, I'm made out of gold. A certain, "satisfatory" rating is sure to follow all this ass-kissing.
On the other end of the spectrum, I had a chance to use my new, limited Spanish vocabulary on someone I know. These were the rules: She would use English words and I would use Spanish words. My words were maestra (teacher), attractiva (captivating), and escote (cleavage). Her words were lazy (perezoso), sweaty (sudor) and elderly (mayor). I had this exact same problem when I took an intro psych class in the 60's. I told the cute young coed she looked like a compassionate person and, by the way, did I have a chance? She said I was crazy. I never liked the rules to begin with.
Too funny, but don't give up. Good idea on the Spanish. It'll open up a huge new dating pool for you. You could head to Mexico or South America next. The corrections you made now have this piece perfect. I wish we could edit the comments likewise. Reading back over my entries, the one under The Beach reads " I keep smiling, because I can just picture it all like I'm there. Topless." I didn't mean for that to flow together. I did not mean I picture myself topless there.Good grief. I shutter. These days it's more like "Thank God for clothes"
ReplyDeleteYou're too funny. There are three choices after you write something. 1. publish 2. save as draft 3. I forget the third choice. Anyway, if you're trying to multi-task (like I was), you can get mixed up. It's not the first time and it doesn't help that I was smoking dope. Besides the big point was that I locked up a "satisfactory" on the first day of class, no question.
ReplyDeleteGood grief. I shudder, not shutter. Acckk! I give up. This clinches it, I will never do a blog.
ReplyDeleteTerri, What? Except for my friend, Dave, people are very forgiving of inadvertent publishings. Really. it's all good!
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ReplyDeleteBack on the homeless . I told a homeless guy in Lake Orion to move down to the Keys and look you up!. I told him he might as well be warm and homeless than cold. I showed him a picture of your house. He rides a bike and has long hair, seen him?
Moses
Thanks, Moses. I've seen him and he owes me a dollar, dammit.
ReplyDeleteVery adventuresome. "Canadien as a second language" was as far as I pushed my cultural education & it didn't do so well.
ReplyDeleteGo ahead & write something in Spanish for your next post, as long as you don't retract it.