Last week in my literature class our professor randomly decided to give us thirty minutes to read a short story and give a presentation on it. Thirty minutes. 10 pages in Spanish. I probably would have died before I got here, but I tore through the story and wrote up an outline with time to spare. Luckily there wasn't enough time for me to present. That still makes me tremble in fear :P But on the bus ride home, I was thinking about what had just happened, and I could not stop smiling. It took me a good hour to read and understand the three page short stories in the Spanish 303 text book, and I had just whipped through a ten page story in a quarter of that time. Incredible.
So as much as this month has sucked, I am making progress. And October will be good. No more doctor's appointments please.
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