ruthless compassion (aroraborealis) wrote,
ruthless compassion

the triumphant return

Man, I'm tired. I'm trying to stay up to a "regular"ish time so as to redevelop a somewhat normalish schedule now that I've returned to Boston.

Yesterday, we got up at 4 (give or take an hour or two), drove to SLC, flew to our various destinations, and didn't get enough sleep, in general.

This morning, I woke up earlier than I would have preferred in order to attend my first session of French class. The class was good; I was surprised to find it rather multinational, with students from the US, Singapore, Italy, Mexico and Venezuela. I can see that my experience learning Spanish will help with learning French and that my experience pronouncing Spanish will kick my ass when it comes to pronouncing French. Nonetheless, it'll be good. It's extremely strange to be at the starting point of a language again. Interesting, and strange.

I may actually get my butt in gear to organize this Spanish conversation get-together thing one of these days. Stay tuned.

I'd like to close with this final thought, brought to you by my parents, whose house is somewhat overrun by earwigs:

Mom (on finding an earwig in the fridge): How does an earwig get in the fridge?
Dad: Just like the rest of us: one leg at a time!

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