Class

Today was my first day of Spanish class. I'm not sure what to think. The guy kept saying everything in Spanish and I completely understood everything. He split us into groups and I ended up helping the other people in the group, including the woman that managed to tell the guy she was late because she couldn't find parking COMPLETELY IN SPANISH. The snob in me thinks this class might be too easy, but the part of me that knows I'll keep speaking English thinks I need to stay in the class so I'll practice. Nothing gives you confidence like being better at something than people around you. Supposedly you can only miss 3 classes (out of 32), which seems a little extreme. Good thing I'm only taking it for credit and not for a grade.

On another note, there's a woman in my class with gigantic boobs. Not that she's little herself, but those things are like volleyballs under that shirt (and I use the term under VERY loosely). I'm sorry, but a wife-beater doesn't even begin to conceal those things. And her bra should be made of steel. Whatever she has going on, it's not enough. Just sayin.

Tomorrow I teach my first day of class in almost a year, so this should be interesting. For some reason I'm a little nervous, even though I've taught this material plenty of times. It's a big class, somewhere in the realm of 50 people. I just have no idea where everything is and where to go to get stuff. Maybe that's what's so overwhelming. I don't know.

I'm planning to go to New York next month, which should be interesting.

God my life is boring.