I promise to blog the winter blues away, and then I post nothing for weeks! I should be ashamed of myself.
Well, to be fair, the winter hasn't really started has it! I mean, end of november and I went out to do groceries in my summer jacket. Which by the way, is a really cool jacket. But yes, of course, now that the rain has set in (and Oh Boy, has it set in, our doormat hasn't had the pleasure of feeling warm dry boots in days) this girl has time to scribble down some irrational blabber.
Speaking of irrational blabber, essay time has begun again and instead of writing not-so-well constructed sentences with little or no intelligent content on the web I should actually be writing grammatically accurate and seemingly scientific paragraphs in m'good friend Word. (You know, the one I dumped my typewriter for, sadly still seems like a loveless marriage though.) But the harder I try, the more incomprehensible shit comes out of my keyboard. (And for the people who know what my keyboard looks like; No, that is not because all the letters have eroded of the keys, I still know where the leppers are!) For instance, when I try to talk about First Language continuity, I actually write down "Language is influenced by chocolate covered strawberries". And as much as I try to find out what is wrong with that sentence I cannot find fault. Neither does "Mushrooms are the source of Second Language constipation" or "Come and meet my left butt-cheek" sound wrong. Writing is hard you see, even writing out of utter boredom. Especially writing out of utter boredom; at some point you start counting the flickering of the cursor after you typed the period. 1,2,3,4,5........382, 383.
I think it's best to go back to writing my essay, at least there I can still get away with "Chipmunks stole my rhubarb!"
When you're an international student mentor you make a lot of new friends. You also have to say goodbye to a lot of friends at the end of a semester. It's really sad, especially now during Christmas. But I had a wonderful time and wouldn't have missed it for the world. Meeting new people is always a great experience, and learning about other cultures has (let's be totally sappy now) really enriched my life. (I sound like 40 year old, but it's true!)
