Jaisen has been going to this Salsa class 4 nights a week, and last week, he met a girl there that plays flute in the Monterrey symphony. So the other night he suggested that we should go see the symphony, which we had tentatively planned on doing last night. Anyway, turns out it was pretty costly, so we scrapped our symphony plan and decided to go see a ballet being performed on campus instead. For only 50 pesos ($5). I was disappointed, as it's been years since I've been to a symphony performance. I used to go all the time when I was a kid to hear my mom play, which of course at the time I hated, but I appreciate so much now.
But yesterday afternoon I'm in my room reading, and Jaisen walks in and throws down 2 tickets to the symphony on my bed. Turns out his little salsa partner hooked us up with some complimentary tickets. So last night we went and it was wonderful. They were incredible. The first half was 2 Mozart pieces, about 15 minutes each, and the second half was a 54 minute Mahler piece. I adore Mahler; he writes some of the most exquisite cello parts I've ever heard, and last night's symphony featured them prominently throughout. There were 4 movements, and the third movement was incredibly sad. I leaned forward in my seat and totally forgot where I was for a bit, and just got completely caught up in it. It's been a really long time since that's happened to me.
We had also planned on going out to the gay bars after the symphony, but we didn't get back to the dorm until almost 11, and we both have class today, and I have a test, so we scrapped the gay bars. Perhaps this weekend we'll go. Jaisen is the only person I've ever heard actually use the term fag stag in reference to himself, or use the term at all. I was impressed.
On another note, I'm kind of hating my Spanish class. It's incredibly difficult, and the teacher seems fairly disinterested most of the time. She did finally separate the Baylor boys yesterday and make them sit apart from each other, thank God. But she just assigns tons of homework every night, and a lot of it feels kind of over my head, and I get really frustrated with it. I have a tendency in these kinds of situations to feel really put out, and just say "fuck it, I'm not gonna bother," but I can't really do that here. I need to start doing my homework with other people I guess, so we can figure it out together. The main consolation I have at this point is that it's a pass/fail class, and I won't actually get a grade, so it won't affect my GPA at all, which takes some of the pressure off. But it's disappointing that it's frustrating my efforts to simply learn Spanish as well. I need to figure out how to rise above it. All of this really makes me miss my St. Eds spanish teacher. She was phenomenal, and really made it fun and exciting to learn, and she had a great sense of humor, whereas my teacher now feels like she's doing it for community service or something. It's very disappointing.
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I can pretty much guarantee you that the difficulty of the class will pay off in the long run. I would go through these periods in my Spanish class where I was almost ready to kill my teacher and/or the other students who were better than me.
But one day, I'd be having a conversation with a native speaker and something that had caused me no end of pain in class would come flowing out of my mouth as if ... as if it had been there all along, just waiting for me to be ready to use it.
Those periods of frustration and flow came to me in two week cycles.
That's good to know. I had a feeling you would post a comment with some kind of words of wisdom.
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