miscommunication...or just wishful thinking

For starters, Simone has decided not to show up to school this week which means i have had 4 hours of intensive one on one classes every day. that is tiring. i was introduced to 43 new verbs this week....it would be great if i could remember all 43 of them at one time [that will just happen with time]

today i woke up and decided i would go to class....though it was truly a debate in my mind. i finally realized that going to class was only going to benefit me because it would only further my understanding of spanish and help me with everything in spain so i got up and went. after the first hour and 15 minutes Simone decided to show up. that sure was nice of her. it gave my brain a quasi-break. then on wednesday my Rebecca teacher said she would not be here on friday so she gave me some homework to turn in monday. sweet, i thought, i love having days off from class. i didn't want to just assume that i did not have class so i thought i would ask the secretary, Paz [pronounced Pah-th] to be sure.

i mustered up all the spanish knowledge i had and marched to her desk and made sure [in spanish!!!] that because Rebecca was not here today, i would not have class. Paz was in somewhat of a hurry, or just did not want to give me a moment of her time (either could have been the fact) and mumbled something and was out the door. well that was all the convincing i needed to go home and enjoy the rest of my morning!

i exited this very door and went for a nice run around the river, cleaned up, read, and worked on some homework. i needed to email man real quick, so i thought i would drop by school since it is less than a minute from my house. when i was working on her email Paz popped her head into the room with the two computers and asked why i wasn't in class. i promptly responded to her that in all her mumblings and positive agreement to my statement of not having class, i didn't think we had class. little did i know that i had missed 1.5 hours of my afternoon classes and had to walk into my last class 30 minutes late. when i walked in i had to figure out how to apologize to my teacher and tell her what happened and endure 30 more minutes of listening for the morning.

i think back on the whole situation now and realize...maybe she really did tell me i had class. maybe i just wanted her to tell me i didn't so that is what i chose to hear. maybe next time i'll understand the spanish words that come out of someones mouth!