Joder. (In case you didn't know, joder means fuck in Spanish. It's not as strong/bad as fuck is in English, though, at least not in Spain. Maybe it's different in other Spanish-speaking places. It's a good word. You can pronounce the h sound way in the back of your throat and drag it out like they do here, or you can be extra gringo and say it like hoe-DARE and either way it's very satisfying and sometimes makes Spanish people laugh when I say it.)
Anyway, like I was saying, joder. I'm back at the same Spanish school where I studied for a week last month, and at first I was all excited that they put me in a more advanced class than I was in before. But then the class started. And everyone else speaks sooo much better than I do. (In case you're thinking that this is just a case of my always being too hard on myself and my communication skills, I did think the easier class was too easy.) Whine. We happen to all be female which I guess is supposed to make me feel more confident or less like a disaster or something, but it doesn't. I hate being the stupidest one. (Not speaking a language doesn't make you stupid, but it sure makes you feel stupid.) I do like to torture myself though, and you learn more when things are hard, so I hope the Instituto Hemingway doesn't realize the horrible mistake it's made and demote me tomorrow.
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