| I feel like last year, when I would finally drag ass into an internet cafe, pay egregious amounts for the priveledge of accessing the world wide web, then finally, oh joy of joys, sit down to open my million waiting email messages, and not have a single thing to say in response. I hate being word-dry. I'm in Alexandria, Virginia currently, fufilling my sisterly duty by mucking out the woman's appartment, setting off 4 roach bombs, and now waiting the required 3 hours untill going back and airing out the place for another hour. Ok, so yes, she is making it worth my while in booze, but thats besides the point. ANYWAY...
After spending my 3 hours on the metro Saturday night working on my Tolstoy translation for the rusky final, I went in today to get a few things clarified. Turns out, the one word which I really had no clue about the definition, nor could I find it in my dictionary, happens to be of pivotal importance to the story. Damn. I hate it when that happens. Serves me right though, for trying to show off by not having to take it word for word at a time, for just assuming I understood what was going on. Fuck. Back to the drawing board. Once I give up the computer I'll go and sit in my corner and start again. But it is fun, trying to quilt together some semblance of coherency in other languages is just...exhilirating for me. Minus English, but yea. I'm in a good mood simply because I said four sentences to the cleaning woman in Liz's appartment today in Spanish. The whole white American guilt thing, man, it sucks.
Future plans of the moment~~ For my study abroad in College, if we can do more then a year, I will spend a year in Petrgrade, then go and do a semester in Spain, hopefully Barcelona ( with a "th" thank you). If not, I'll split my allotment between the two. It bugs me, having to sit and work at Russian and Spanish, because I know once I am actually there, immersed in it, having to function in the language, I will be fine. That thought just makes the book work seem monotonous at best, pointless and tedious normally. But for the man and Senora Brodsky I charge on. Second revelation: the Associated Colleges of the Midwest has an ESOL certification program in some short amount of time, and then they match you to a needy school in Central Europe to teach English. How cool, no? Get away from the States and actually do something useful. I'm thinkin as a break from school sometime between now and the end of grad school. Plus, an opportunity to get back to that neck of the woods.
I love it when I am inspired.
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