Dancing Machine

Okay, I feel the need to describe to you how I am feeling about being back in class and the struggle to understand this language. I have no better analogy than to equate it to my dancing. That's right, dancing and Spanish are related in my life.

Raise your hand if you have seen me dance before. How bad was it? I know it's bad because people actually laugh at me as I am dancing. It's kind of embarrassing. I have become a much better dancer over the last few weeks. If LA wants to refute that she can, but since she probably doesn't read this I guess you are going to have to take my word for it: I'm a good dancer now.

Some people know how to move some parts of their body independently of others. I cannot. When I danced before (because now I am good) if I moved my legs my entire body moved like some lump of mass in one direction. It's very ugly. I could not understand how to not be so rigid.

Learning Spanish is the same way for me. I have a mathematical and systematic mind. I can understand computer code and the derivative of 2x. Foreign languages are not as systematic as I would like for them to be. There are parts to Spanish that do not translate directly to English. I have trouble wrapping my mind around that just like I have trouble telling my body to move in an eye pleasing fashion. I hope that in the next couple weeks I can relax my mind to not make this language a set of rules, but something that just flows. Kind of like my new dance move: The Heisman. The chicas love it here.