My French professor told us one time that you know you are fluent in a language when you dream in it. So what does it mean when I dreamed that I was fluent in Spanish? I carried on a whole conversation with someone in my dream, with only occasionally getting lost for words and having to use English to explain what I needed to say.
I have been around Spanish a lot, but I took French in high school and Italian in college. I even tried to recite a series of numbers to one of our Spanish-speaking janitors at work the other day and she just kind of laughed at me.
Oddly enough, this made me remember when I was in Italy with my class (at the Vatican in fact) and a British nun/nurse thought I spoke Italian fluently and kept insisting that I translate for an Italian man suffering stomach pains. I kept trying to tell her that my Italian was limited to my phrase book, but she just didn't believe me.
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
The nightmares are starting...
And I'm not even the one going back to school!
Michael is officially enrolled at Brookhaven, he starts classes on August 25. Yay for Michael going back to school, I am so proud of him.
I guess the combination of thinking about school and the end of my relaxing vacation made my brain start going crazy. I dreamt that I was back in school and could not figure out my schedule! When I was in school, I always kept a copy of my schedule somewhere in my backpack just in case, but I was digging through every notebook and every pocket in my backpack and it was nowhere to be found! I knew I was in the wrong classroom and the professor was talking to me, but all I could do was frantically dig through my stuff trying to figure out where the heck I was supposed to be.
Next thing you know, I'll be in my underwear in front of the class!
Michael is officially enrolled at Brookhaven, he starts classes on August 25. Yay for Michael going back to school, I am so proud of him.
I guess the combination of thinking about school and the end of my relaxing vacation made my brain start going crazy. I dreamt that I was back in school and could not figure out my schedule! When I was in school, I always kept a copy of my schedule somewhere in my backpack just in case, but I was digging through every notebook and every pocket in my backpack and it was nowhere to be found! I knew I was in the wrong classroom and the professor was talking to me, but all I could do was frantically dig through my stuff trying to figure out where the heck I was supposed to be.
Next thing you know, I'll be in my underwear in front of the class!
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