Well yesterday didn't quite go as planned. Some of it went as expected; which was not actually a good thing. And some of it threw me for a total curve. First off, I had an exam in my hardest class so I spent the morning attempting to study for it. At least I got to go in half an hour earlier (and still didn't have enough time) and I also got to use a dictionary (which still didn't really help me). But I decided that if I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. So I got all dressed up in an outfit that I felt really good in and did my makeup so I was feeling confident. If you look good, you feel good, and if you feel good, you do good. Well, that wasn't actually the case for me. I was able to do every part with a respectable amount of confidence. And then I got to the final part of the exam worth 34 out of the 100 points... I knew nothing. It was all on irregular verbs and their possible origins and I knew nothing. It's hard enough being a native English speaker with enough Spanish to get by, but when you throw in all of the irregular verbs I've never even seen before and expect me to know them; it's not going to happen. So in other words: I'm kind of freaking out that I failed. And all from one section on the exam. But I guess a lot of others didn't know anything on that part either. Hopefully there will be a pretty nice curve. I'm only looking to pass. |
But next in our events from yesterday was the changing of my project. For my literature class we're all supposed to do essays on one of the books that we read in class. Originally, my book was supposed to be Días de Combate but because no one can find the book, and I've been having so many issues getting it through the library, he changed the book that I have to do my report on. That actually helped me tremendously because I was under so much stress thinking about what I was going to have to do over Semana Santa (especially since I still do not have this book...). I have to write a 4 page essay and read a bunch of stuff for my classes all while my family is visiting me. But now my essay for my book isn't do for a few weeks. That's a huge help! I just hope a whole bunch of stuff doesn't pile up by then. The universe tends to pile a bunch of stuff on me so I get really stressed, and then just takes it away. Then it happens again. And again. And again. I really need to learn how to deal with my stress better.
But after class we decided to go to El Mirador for some drinks. This is only about the third time that we have been out keep in mind. We aren't much of partiers. At least I'm not. I prefer to stay at home and drink with friends. Although since we don't have many friends that stay here on the weekends, that just means that Deidre and I get drunk together in our house which usually ends in Deidre calling everyone she knows to thank them for being awesome, and me telling all of my guy friends with beards how wonderful I think their beards are. But back to last night. So we started out with our friend Ivy (who we call our Puerto Rican wife). Once we got into the bar we found a table full of our friends. The picture was actually taken by our friend Carly. We just kind of stole it from him. So there was the one table of our friends and the table next to them had a guy that I know and his friend. Ivy went upstairs to the cafe to get food and a coffee/alcoholic drink, I started talking to the guy I knew and Deidre started talking to his friend. Because the guy I know doesn't speak very good English, I had to speak in Spanish which didn't really bother me because I know I have to practice way more than I do. After awhile I got a beer and so did Deidre, which was when the picture happened.
And after awhile everyone started leaving because they had to go home. Everyone goes out drinking on Thursday since most people don't have classes on Fridays so they leave. So eventually it was just us, the one friend, Xavier and his friend, Danny. There were some conversations where it was all of us talking but for the most part Deidre talked to Xavier (he was clearly into her) so I talked to Danny. We spoke mostly in English because I couldn't hear over the music, but when I was able to speak, they were very impressed with me which I loved. I don't know why some people don't take me seriously when I tell them I am learning Spanish but not to be a teacher. They seem to take Deidre more seriously because she wants to be a teacher, so they expect her to speak more, and more fluently than me. So when I prove them wrong that I can in-fact speak very well (when I'm comfortable and can understand the conversation) it makes me feel really good. But I also learned how to say my name in sign language which was really cool. Once I get back to the states, there's a girl I know that's going to teach me.
But throughout the night, I ended up having 3 beers and a shot. Danny bought me another beer but I didn't drink it. I was definitely not planning on drinking that much. I actually just wanted to leave. I was having a good time in the beginning, but once it hit around 9 or 9:30, I was socially exhausted. I didn't want to drink anymore, the music was too loud so I could barely hear anything, and Danny was flirting with me but I wasn't interested. I told Deidre that I wanted to leave but she wanted to stay for a little bit longer so I stayed until about 10 before I told her I was leaving. Danny offered to drive me but I didn't want to get into a car with someone who had been drinking; even if the bar was just outside of the gates. I also didn't want to have to deal with the awkward goodnight kiss attempt that I was pretty sure he was going to attempt. And I wasn't actually all that drunk; only buzzed.
Once I was home, I tried to hoop but I just couldn't really get into it. Probably because I was buzzed, and because I was worrying that I had made the wrong decision about leaving Deidre (which I think was the wrong decision but I was on the verge of an anxiety attack). So Instead I just watched BuzzFeed videos all night. But she eventually came home all safe and sound and drunk. But she was all giddy from spending the night talking to Xavier and being drunk. But I don't think we will be hard-core drinking for awhile. I am so ready for break.
XOXO Ericka
And after awhile everyone started leaving because they had to go home. Everyone goes out drinking on Thursday since most people don't have classes on Fridays so they leave. So eventually it was just us, the one friend, Xavier and his friend, Danny. There were some conversations where it was all of us talking but for the most part Deidre talked to Xavier (he was clearly into her) so I talked to Danny. We spoke mostly in English because I couldn't hear over the music, but when I was able to speak, they were very impressed with me which I loved. I don't know why some people don't take me seriously when I tell them I am learning Spanish but not to be a teacher. They seem to take Deidre more seriously because she wants to be a teacher, so they expect her to speak more, and more fluently than me. So when I prove them wrong that I can in-fact speak very well (when I'm comfortable and can understand the conversation) it makes me feel really good. But I also learned how to say my name in sign language which was really cool. Once I get back to the states, there's a girl I know that's going to teach me.
But throughout the night, I ended up having 3 beers and a shot. Danny bought me another beer but I didn't drink it. I was definitely not planning on drinking that much. I actually just wanted to leave. I was having a good time in the beginning, but once it hit around 9 or 9:30, I was socially exhausted. I didn't want to drink anymore, the music was too loud so I could barely hear anything, and Danny was flirting with me but I wasn't interested. I told Deidre that I wanted to leave but she wanted to stay for a little bit longer so I stayed until about 10 before I told her I was leaving. Danny offered to drive me but I didn't want to get into a car with someone who had been drinking; even if the bar was just outside of the gates. I also didn't want to have to deal with the awkward goodnight kiss attempt that I was pretty sure he was going to attempt. And I wasn't actually all that drunk; only buzzed.
Once I was home, I tried to hoop but I just couldn't really get into it. Probably because I was buzzed, and because I was worrying that I had made the wrong decision about leaving Deidre (which I think was the wrong decision but I was on the verge of an anxiety attack). So Instead I just watched BuzzFeed videos all night. But she eventually came home all safe and sound and drunk. But she was all giddy from spending the night talking to Xavier and being drunk. But I don't think we will be hard-core drinking for awhile. I am so ready for break.
XOXO Ericka