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4am, nearly, and I'm waking up in 8 hours to go meet my friend T for coffee before I head off to work, for my second to last shift. Wheeeee.
I'm still bitter that I'm going to work instead of class tomorrow night.
Ah, well. JB will pick up the outline, etc, for me, and I'll see her on Friday in our other class together.
My day has been very odd and none of it has gone according to plan, which irritates me. A lot. And I'm not entirely sure why, because the day didn't suck or anything.
So I intended to wake up and go to the gym. Did not happen.
Woke up, saw the grandmother (who put me in a foul mood, really), caught the bus for class by running all the way to the stop (he waited for me. Niiiiice bus driver.) and made my way to class.
Found my class, which was surprisingly easy, and yay, the teacher remembered me from last fall's Italian 201!
Boy, Intermediate Italian is going to be challenging. Basically, we do a review of all things grammatical, plus some new stuff, and implement it instead of just memorizing. We're going to have class discussions, readings, compositions and presentations. In addition to three class tests and a final exam. I already have homework. Eep.
She spoke pretty much entirely in Italian. But she spoke quickly. This scares me. I didn't understand a lot of the words of what she said, but I got the meaning of just about everything, which is good.
We had to do a short introduction of ourselves, so I was like...
Mi chiamo [name], e sono studentessa a Concordia, nella secondo anni. Faccio la sociologia. Ho prenuto i due corsi d'italiano: duecentuno con Lei e duecentodue con [other prof]. Prendo il terzo corso d'italiano perche l'italiano mi piace molto.
That means:
My name is [name], and I'm a student at Concordia, in second year. I do sociology. I took (I should have said ho preso, but anyways) the two courses of Italian: 201 with you, and 202 with [other prof]. I'm taking the third course of Italian because I really like Italian.
So, not bad, not bad.
Came home, but stopped at the grocery store first, because I had a craving for meat sauce, and I intended to make some tonight. Got home at 6:10. JB had emailed me to say she'd be here sometime between 7 and 8, so I figured I had enough time to tidy up and stuff.
No. 6:30 -- she calls, she's going to be on the bus in a minute, she's on her way.
Gah.
She arrived at 6:47. My kitchen was somewhat okay. I started my meat sauce, I started the dishwasher, I had a sandwich for dinner, we watched Weeds and Premier Juillet and it was a nice time.
But I felt flustered and out of sorts the entire time she was here, because NOTHING about today, except Italian starting at 4:15, went the way it was supposed to. And I actually got cranky while she was still here. I don't know. My interaction with my grandmother this early afternoon really annoyed me (it's nothing new, just her saying I don't dress as feminine as she'd like. WhatEVER.), and then the whole day was weird, and then my time with JB was offset by the unreadiness of the house to have her here...
Anyways. I should go to bed. I've got a bit of a headache and sleep is exactly what I need.
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drsnicket, I won't be home after 1pm, 'cause I'm meeting T. I'll be up around noon, though.)
I'm still bitter that I'm going to work instead of class tomorrow night.
Ah, well. JB will pick up the outline, etc, for me, and I'll see her on Friday in our other class together.
My day has been very odd and none of it has gone according to plan, which irritates me. A lot. And I'm not entirely sure why, because the day didn't suck or anything.
So I intended to wake up and go to the gym. Did not happen.
Woke up, saw the grandmother (who put me in a foul mood, really), caught the bus for class by running all the way to the stop (he waited for me. Niiiiice bus driver.) and made my way to class.
Found my class, which was surprisingly easy, and yay, the teacher remembered me from last fall's Italian 201!
Boy, Intermediate Italian is going to be challenging. Basically, we do a review of all things grammatical, plus some new stuff, and implement it instead of just memorizing. We're going to have class discussions, readings, compositions and presentations. In addition to three class tests and a final exam. I already have homework. Eep.
She spoke pretty much entirely in Italian. But she spoke quickly. This scares me. I didn't understand a lot of the words of what she said, but I got the meaning of just about everything, which is good.
We had to do a short introduction of ourselves, so I was like...
Mi chiamo [name], e sono studentessa a Concordia, nella secondo anni. Faccio la sociologia. Ho prenuto i due corsi d'italiano: duecentuno con Lei e duecentodue con [other prof]. Prendo il terzo corso d'italiano perche l'italiano mi piace molto.
That means:
My name is [name], and I'm a student at Concordia, in second year. I do sociology. I took (I should have said ho preso, but anyways) the two courses of Italian: 201 with you, and 202 with [other prof]. I'm taking the third course of Italian because I really like Italian.
So, not bad, not bad.
Came home, but stopped at the grocery store first, because I had a craving for meat sauce, and I intended to make some tonight. Got home at 6:10. JB had emailed me to say she'd be here sometime between 7 and 8, so I figured I had enough time to tidy up and stuff.
No. 6:30 -- she calls, she's going to be on the bus in a minute, she's on her way.
Gah.
She arrived at 6:47. My kitchen was somewhat okay. I started my meat sauce, I started the dishwasher, I had a sandwich for dinner, we watched Weeds and Premier Juillet and it was a nice time.
But I felt flustered and out of sorts the entire time she was here, because NOTHING about today, except Italian starting at 4:15, went the way it was supposed to. And I actually got cranky while she was still here. I don't know. My interaction with my grandmother this early afternoon really annoyed me (it's nothing new, just her saying I don't dress as feminine as she'd like. WhatEVER.), and then the whole day was weird, and then my time with JB was offset by the unreadiness of the house to have her here...
Anyways. I should go to bed. I've got a bit of a headache and sleep is exactly what I need.
(In case it wasn't clear,
drsnicket, I won't be home after 1pm, 'cause I'm meeting T. I'll be up around noon, though.)
