oof.

Dear Diary,

My brain is kind of scrambled right now. I had 2 pruebas this week.. and studying and trying memorize things in Spanish is completely different from my previous head-aching challenge of just trying to live in a Spanish speaking world. Pucha! I love it when I understand things in class and can attempt to participate in discussions and what not. But I also get emotionally pwned, as some of you who have lived with me before know, when I academically get pwned. That's something I know I need to work on. That grades and even having precise academic knowledge are not really that big of a deal. People fail from time to time. I'm human. I need seriously inject that in my head. God is good in that He humbles me in this aspect. Jajaja.

Anécdota: I probably just failed my prueba (test-midtermish thing) for my history class. I arrive to campus greeted by panic-stricken-looking gringos in my class flipping through pages of notes and assigned readings. I was honestly mixed about this test. On one hand I was calm and "sin-panic", but then again I was quite sure that I hadn't been understanding much of the lectures...at least to the degree that I would have liked to. Reading and memorizing certain facts from the lecturas was much harder than I thought. "Old Spanish" is comparably equally as difficult as "Old English"... or I'm just being humbled about my lack of familiarity in this language. Oof. (this is the sound chileans make when some gets pwned.) So pretty much we all (all 5 of us) sat in the class nerviously awaiting the professor. Btw. this professor has an extensive and super prestigious background. He's like 78 years old.. and won a big-deal premio nacional (national award) for being a historian. He's even on wikipedia (ingles..which has a way shorter profile) ! Based off of his experience and age, he's a uniquely grounded guy who has his way of doing things and no one can make him waver. So he comes shuffling in, smiling his old-man smile. Sits in the chair and leans back. At this point I had no idea that we had to use our own paper. (Most classes, at least from what I've heard, provide a sheet with a question on it at the very least). He leans back and starts orally giving the questions. 3 Questions. 1st one mandatory, and the 2nd and 3rd, we'd have to chose one. First of all, his questions were not in question format. That made things a tad difficult. It was something along the lines of: "the advancement of commercial liberation under the laws of the crown". And then he would dribble in some more information about what that would sort of entail. I don't really know.. but I'm sure I know enough Spanish to know that that ain't no question. Ok. so second question was equally, if not more, vauge and unquestion-like. So in sum, Diary, I think I did a horrible job. Partially because I was super unprepared. I know that's mi culpa. But partially too because I was so confused as to what the questions really meant. Andd. since there's nothing I can do. I need to get over it. Punto. Gracias. Weee.