A Little Bit

I'm sort of in love with my Spanish teacher.

She's extraordinarily petite and thin and carries the most abundant head of hair that I have ever seen.

She thinks I am talented and special. Isn't it amazing how sometimes it only takes someone of authority telling you that you are intelligent to sunddenly have the ability to imagine that you are? You are instantly legitimite and able. You are special. You are smart. You should continue your studies. And by you I mean me.

God, I love her.

I also love that she is always calm and radiates happiness.

No lies...I sort of want to be her.

So I am little bit excited about school. And a little bit excited about singing with a vocal group. And a bit excited that I got accetped to my study abroad program. And a little excited that I started a Mesa Espanola here in Anchorage and that it's been going really well. And that I've already been approved to return for 12 weeks next month as an intern. And that I got an A on both of my Spanish papers and exams. And that I may get to do an undergraduate research project next fall. With so many things to get a little bit excited about I'm starting to feel almost downright excited about getting up in the morning...and strangely....happy.


Also fun--my dream last night.

Normally I hate dreaming. But this was completely different. I dreamed I was making an incredible sandwich/breakfast burrito. And when I awoke this morning I discovered all the necessary ingredients awaiting in the frig. At work I couldn't stop thinking about going home and making the breakfast burrito for dinner.

Sometimes dreams really can come true.

Other times dreams hold frightening/enlightening/disturbing metaphors from which you can attempt to understand your life. More about this dream later.