Swedish for Immigrants!
Such a blunt name. I wonder if we have the equivalent in Canada? English/Francais for/pour immigrants. Obviously it would have to be in both official languages, n'est-ce-pas? Anyways, it is so strange to be in a class full of adults from all over the world. The nerd inside me wants to be tested. Cool it, nerdlington, all in good time. Thankfully, I'm not in this course alone. There are five international teachers, and thankfully I only cracked up laughing once, silently. I am the biggest teacher hypocrite, for sure. As soon as we got our books, I raced to complete as many pages as possible, as quickly as possible. Nerd!
Mais, not much else to report. I have both bags of BBQ chips lying empty near by bed, which is a fatal mistake. Every time I see the orange and white goodness, I pine for the crisp taste of Humpty Dumpty. I did eat some delicious indian popcorn today, whatever that means, but it was no H.D.
Oh! I am going to Sicilly in about three weeks for our Sport break. Yes, sport break. A break created to allow children to enjoy sports, I believe. Will I be sporting? Well, I will be sporting a bathing suit by the Mediterranean sea. . . . yes, it's pretty amazing to be able to take off to Italy for a week, I know.
And that's all. What an enthralling life I lead, here in the darkness. . . .
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