In which I pretend to be interesting...

Here in blogosphereland, I like to keep it honest. It does me no good to lie to you and it does you no good to think I'm any more/less interesting than I actually am. If Abe Lincoln can be honest (and a vampire hunter...Yes, I saw that movie. Yes, it was incredible. No, I don't want to hear your sass about how you thought it took itself too seriously or wasn't historically accurate enough. The civil war is better with vampires.) so can I.
So why did I actually come home when I did, rather than just getting increasingly broke and eventually pretending I was qualified to teach English in order to avoid the cost of a transatlantic flight...Or getting deported...
Did I miss my cats?

This is Pi, she's a little special

No...I'm pretty sure that wasn't it...
The real reason was infinitely less fluffy. I had to enroll in summer classes. Woo! I hear you out there in bloggosphereland saying, "But wait! I saw you in one of those universally unflattering graduation hats and re-purposed judge robes! You somehow managed not to trip when you walked across a stage and shook hands with various old people! They handed you a diploma folder! Everything is a lie!"
Well, it turns out I was a few credits shy of being an *actual* graduate, so I did what any normal pseudo-grad would do: I said "Fie!" to spending a summer session at my matriculated institution of higher learning, used the money I wasn't spending on summer session tuition/housing to finance my eurotrip, and signed myself up for transferable credits at my friendly neighborhood community college.
Spanish, to be exact.
Why Spanish? Well, the savvy "I'll soon be looking for employment" answer is: "In the USA especially, a fundamental grasp on the Spanish language is a tool that everyone could benefit from having in their utility belt". The "off the cuff" answer is: "Well, I already speak French and some Italian. Spanish is the next logical romance language for me to tackle (sorry, Portuguese and Romanian)". And the "bizarre, accurate" answer is: "I really want to understand telenovelas, guys."
Seriously.
Anyway, I'm now a week into this class, and all I've really learned is that TV is lying to me. Community college Spanish is nothing like this:

But every day I find myself one step closer to making sense of the game shows on telemundo...And that's an accomplishment.