Multilingual Puzzle-Girl

I must have had such a huge smile on my face today. Even though school is killing me(9 classes for International Relations and 7 for Art History, taking into account this is my last semester in this bloody school?!) I was so happy to find out I had passed my language exams with 10 in French (it’s like A+) and 9 in German(A-). Considering the 10 I got in Spanish I must say I’m EXTATIC!!! And even though this kind of news would prompt my gangsta friend Ben to call me a “Neeeerd” everybody knows I’m not that school smart. I pass a lot of my exams relaying mostly on creativity and the info I store in the drawers of my brain to keep for “special cases”. But in this case I have to admit I owe it to my international friends. Take Spanish, for example. Even though Kike insists that I’m very fluent after a couple of beers I can’t show up tipsy for a class. I did it once, in my first year at Uni, and it would have finished badly if we hadn’t used breath mints.  So, instead I try to remember random bits of what the “Espanish” speakers used to talk about. I also try to imitate their accents (they shouldn’t feel offended, imitation is the most sincere form of flattery) so whenever I open my mouth in class I think of Alberto, Miguel or Eva. On the other hand, I have to thank the amazing Mexicans(Magda, Enrique, Emilio) and Paulina, my Chilean sister for teaching me all those expressions. They really impressed my professor who is doing a doctorate on slang:)). For my French class I try to pout and purr my words just like Noemie. And for German, where I have one year less of study than my classmates (they started it while I was in the US) I picture Adrian smiling, winking at me and saying “Rrrilly?, Verry gut! or What are you sinking?” and immediately get over my fears of this language.

I never thought people were like puzzles, constructed from all their experiences and encounters. Thankfully, I proved myself wrong .

I just don’t get it

Yesterday I was dressed like a kid in jeans and Converse, plus no make up and had to put up with a lot of disgusting sexual remarks. Today I wore my leather mini, black high heeled boots and visible make up and I was left alone. Besides, I wonder why the more superior the woman seems (status, salary, education) the more nasty sexual comments she’ll get? This just makes me sick!