So, I haven't touched this blog in many a moon. Which is a bit of shame, because I feel like at least
some of the things I have to say are interesting.
I'm at college right now, so that's keeping me fairly busy and giving me a new sense of structure to my life - well, new in the sense that I hadn't
really been in school for about eight months.
I am going to Mills College in Oakland, California. I really like it here. Everyone is so nice and fun and smart but not at all pretentious. Except for a couple girls in my French class who at least
appear to be so... I know, I know, I shouldn't jump to conclusions!
My hallmate, Emily, is really good about giving people chances. She's also in my French class but has made an effort to get to know "Marie" and "Elizabeth" (the quotation marks there signify that those names are to be pronounced with French accents, while the asterisk signals that their names have, regrettably, been changed). She says they're actually nicer than they seem - what do you know!
It really is true how often people misread behavior as mean or stuck-up. People used to think that about me a lot when I was a kid - let's just hope they weren't (or worse,
aren't) actually right.
Arrogant little me.
So yes, if you didn't glean from the above diversion, I'm taking French class. It actually sort of happened accidentally - I don't even know if French is the language I really want to be taking, though it is a world language and I do enjoy it.
The thing was, at Mills each freshwoman is a member of a Living/Learning Community (LLC). They're small groups of about eight students who have the same advisor and take one class together - in our case, French. French was the only language group being offered, and being the language junky that I am I couldn't pass it up.*
*There is actually a Spanish one too, but it's for heritage hispanohablantes only. Their group is right across from us, though, and I am very friendly with them, so that's really nice.
I really want to take Russian, I think. I am still interested in Romanian but that is obviously a less commonly spoken language and I don't think I could use it. Not that I could necessarily use Russian here either.
But, if I were to move to Europe, especially Eastern Europe, Russian speakers are in huge demand. From what I understand it's a very admired, kind of mysterious thing if you speak Russian. I guess the Ruskies - as
The Couch Gymnast affectionately refers to them - still haven't completely shed that Soviet image. I think it makes them all the more charming, at least with regards to those gymnasts. The Ksenias, of whom The Couch Gymnast writes in her blog, certainly seem to be great friends at least. Little Ksenia I would even describe as bubbly!
