Excuse Me, That Translation Isn’t in My Dictionary

I started my classes last Monday. I’m taking Spanish 201 and French 101 this quarter as I plan on getting a BA in Spanish and French.

You know your previous teacher has messed you up when your teachers tell you they want you to be comfortable and it’s okay to make mistakes and that makes you nervous.

My previous Spanish teacher was amazing, but he scared the hell out of me (and everybody else) which worked; fear motivates me. The class started out with 40 people at the beginning of the quarter and ended up with 10. He was definitely good about weeding out the people who weren’t serious enough about the class.

When he said gracias what he really meant was shut the fuck up. Once he called me by my first name and I didn’t know who he was talking to–he usually just abruptly shouted my surname.

But he was hilarious and definitely overprepared us. He didn’t want us to miss out if we transferred to university because we started out at a community college.

Spider-Squisher is an Important Role of Any Relationship

Me: Hey, are you brave?
Ex: … No. Why?
Me: There’s this huge fucking spider and my mother refuses to kill it for me. So I’m hiding in my room.
Ex: Also, I’m not too happy about anything that starts with “Hey, are you brave?”
Me: Me either. That’s why I asked you.

Aside from that spider, there’s an acrobatic spider that resides in my bedroom; I can tell from the web that goes from one corner to the opposite corner, to the door, then across the room to the window, to the light fixture, to the TV, and then to both of my bookcases and then down to my desk.

My acrobatic spider and I have an agreement: He doesn’t let me see him and he lives.

Television for Kids Scares Me

This video makes me fear for the future of the kids watching this show. It also makes me wander about all day singing this terrifying song.

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