Been really busy lately……My schedule consists of getting up, going to school, going to work, doing homework, sleep. I eat somewhere in there, don’t worry! :P
So, the other day I got one of the best compliments of my life…the Kristin glorifying went a little like this….jajaj……
I work for a company that is using some of the office space of a different company. They both happen to be friends. One of the owner’s of the other company works in the conference room, where the other intern and I futz around on the internet…..so, I work with this guy that I don’t really work with….jajaj…anyways this guy usually gets done at the same time as me so he takes me home, because I live kinda far away…..
Obviously, we listen to his music on the way home… but sometimes it’s bad….:P the other day he had been playing songs that described how he was feeling, which was depressed, so I played him songs that I had that gave him advice….great fun…..so I suggested that we listen to my music on the way home last night. He agreed….he really liked my music, so he asked if I wouldn’t mind going to a place where we could just park the car and listen to music. I had nothing to do, so off we went.
I had been playing all of my awesome techno music when he decided to browse through my iPod. He got to my “Spanish music playlist” so I played one of my favorite songs….i started singing away like I usually do and he had this strange look on his face. It looked as if he was perplexed or he was thinking super hard. After I stopped singing because of his facial expressions he turned down the music and gave me one of the best compliments ever. He said, “The other day when you were singing a song in Spanish I wasn’t sure if it was you that I was hearing, but now that I hear you now I have to tell you that you sing as if a Mexican were singing.” He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that I was able to sing like that. I told him I was very good at mimicking people when I sang. So I then sang a song in Finnish, Farsi, Russian, and Chinese. Since he speaks 5 languages and has a good grasp hearing the differences between sounds and such……he was very impressed with my very useless skill.
So now all I have to do is learn how to speak Spanish like a native. I can’t just go around singing random tidbits of songs and weave them into conversations…..okay, I could….and have…..but that’s not the point of being here!
So Carnaval started today….it’s going to be 6 days of pure craziness! Unlike most things in Mazatlan, Carnaval is actually like a 5 minute walk from where I live!!!!! I’m pretty excited. Don’t expect a post in a while…but I definitely tell you how it went ….and there will probably be pictures!!!!!! W00t w00t!
Showing posts with label spanish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spanish. Show all posts
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
What really happened
alright, i lied. my life doesn't suck. after all i am in mexico people! now i'll tell you what really went down...excluding the 3 incidents that made me go into self destruct mode.
my advanced spanish class started like it does every other day. about 3/4 of the way through this huge flying bug appeared out of thin air! no joke. the french girls were freakin' out. it was great! then one of the french girls got up from her chair to escape the wrath of this creature. as she neared the door, so did the bug. she then tried going to back to her seat only to have the bug practically stick to her back! finally she escaped and ran out the door! one of the guys also went out the classroom and "hid" behind the the door.
two guys, both hailing from southern states, were trying to catch it. one was using his hat and the other was using his folder. it was a spectacle. they were really close to getting the bug when it got a little too close for comfort and the guy with the folder flinched and the folder flew through the air!
finally the two managed to get it into the hat and released it into the wild by means of the open window. the two students who were hiding out of the room came back in. we were giving the guy a hard time....he said he had gone out of the room because it was too hot. plus he was a man, so he couldn't have possible been scared.
that was awesome.
the next epic moment in my day was riding the bus. i hate riding the bus home because there are no markings on the bus to tell you which one goes where. usually there are 3 buses. today there were 4. the 3rd bus is usually mine. but alas, the 4th was mine today. i always ask the bus driver if it's the right bus. i'm sure he thinks i'm the most retarded person on the planet, but it's better to be safe than sorry, right? i also dislike the bus on the way home because it's the oldest of all the buses. it's really small and my knees are always bumping into the sheet of metal in front of me. i've never trusted this bus and now i have reason to.
about 5 minutes into the ride we stopped at one of the very few stoplights in mazatlan. the light turned green, the driver had some problem with shifting gears. once we finally starting going, we didn't go anywhere very fast. i think we maybe glided through the intersection at a whopping 3 mph. needless to say everyone was honking at us. all of the high school girls started giggling, they're so annoying!
the bus driver got out of the bus and climbed into the engine! when i say climb, i mean it! he was crawling around and hanging over the entire front of the bus. it was very entertaining. then the bus driver asked if anyone had a phone he could use to call the school. after waiting for about 15 minutes or so, a van arrived. there were just enough seats for everyone. it was awkward.
i sat next to a girl who had eyed me on the bus. you know those looks that you share with someone and you know what their saying without anybody having said anything? well, that's what we had shared and she had "told" me that she knew it must be weird for me to be the white kid on a broken down mexican school bus......well, that's what i would like to think she wanted to say, but who knows. the girl saw my ipod and showed me hers. it was the new nano ipod just like mine, except it was purple. i turned mine over to show her it was a 16GB, she only had 8 GB. after that, we sat in silence. well, not really. the driver had some really bad romantic station on. it was so loud that i couldn't even hear my ipod, so i stopped trying to listen to my ipod.
after everyone got out, except for another boy and me, the driver asked if i lived in playa sur. i said yes. he then said he would just drive us there instead of taking the "official" route, that always seems to be changing.....the boy and i live on the same street, so i didn't have to say anything to get the bus driver to stop. crisis averted!
after i got home, i struggled to read a 3 page story about a retarded boy who had to sit near the sewers to kill the frogs, who were making too much noise, so that his god mother could sleep. he also happened to like the breast milk of felipa, a servant girl. the boy was also struggling with demons and darkness and thought he was going to hell..... and i thought all the stories i had to read in my english classes were strange!
well, thanks for all the kind words. it definitely turned my day around and inspired me to write a more enthralling post!
my advanced spanish class started like it does every other day. about 3/4 of the way through this huge flying bug appeared out of thin air! no joke. the french girls were freakin' out. it was great! then one of the french girls got up from her chair to escape the wrath of this creature. as she neared the door, so did the bug. she then tried going to back to her seat only to have the bug practically stick to her back! finally she escaped and ran out the door! one of the guys also went out the classroom and "hid" behind the the door.
two guys, both hailing from southern states, were trying to catch it. one was using his hat and the other was using his folder. it was a spectacle. they were really close to getting the bug when it got a little too close for comfort and the guy with the folder flinched and the folder flew through the air!
finally the two managed to get it into the hat and released it into the wild by means of the open window. the two students who were hiding out of the room came back in. we were giving the guy a hard time....he said he had gone out of the room because it was too hot. plus he was a man, so he couldn't have possible been scared.
that was awesome.
the next epic moment in my day was riding the bus. i hate riding the bus home because there are no markings on the bus to tell you which one goes where. usually there are 3 buses. today there were 4. the 3rd bus is usually mine. but alas, the 4th was mine today. i always ask the bus driver if it's the right bus. i'm sure he thinks i'm the most retarded person on the planet, but it's better to be safe than sorry, right? i also dislike the bus on the way home because it's the oldest of all the buses. it's really small and my knees are always bumping into the sheet of metal in front of me. i've never trusted this bus and now i have reason to.
about 5 minutes into the ride we stopped at one of the very few stoplights in mazatlan. the light turned green, the driver had some problem with shifting gears. once we finally starting going, we didn't go anywhere very fast. i think we maybe glided through the intersection at a whopping 3 mph. needless to say everyone was honking at us. all of the high school girls started giggling, they're so annoying!
the bus driver got out of the bus and climbed into the engine! when i say climb, i mean it! he was crawling around and hanging over the entire front of the bus. it was very entertaining. then the bus driver asked if anyone had a phone he could use to call the school. after waiting for about 15 minutes or so, a van arrived. there were just enough seats for everyone. it was awkward.
i sat next to a girl who had eyed me on the bus. you know those looks that you share with someone and you know what their saying without anybody having said anything? well, that's what we had shared and she had "told" me that she knew it must be weird for me to be the white kid on a broken down mexican school bus......well, that's what i would like to think she wanted to say, but who knows. the girl saw my ipod and showed me hers. it was the new nano ipod just like mine, except it was purple. i turned mine over to show her it was a 16GB, she only had 8 GB. after that, we sat in silence. well, not really. the driver had some really bad romantic station on. it was so loud that i couldn't even hear my ipod, so i stopped trying to listen to my ipod.
after everyone got out, except for another boy and me, the driver asked if i lived in playa sur. i said yes. he then said he would just drive us there instead of taking the "official" route, that always seems to be changing.....the boy and i live on the same street, so i didn't have to say anything to get the bus driver to stop. crisis averted!
after i got home, i struggled to read a 3 page story about a retarded boy who had to sit near the sewers to kill the frogs, who were making too much noise, so that his god mother could sleep. he also happened to like the breast milk of felipa, a servant girl. the boy was also struggling with demons and darkness and thought he was going to hell..... and i thought all the stories i had to read in my english classes were strange!
well, thanks for all the kind words. it definitely turned my day around and inspired me to write a more enthralling post!
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