When I was in 7th grade, classmates in my English class passed around a petition to ask the teachers to give us less homework. I was the only one who signed the NO side and I also thoughtfully added the reasons why I thought homework was important.
Luckily, despite this, I actually had friends and never got beat up or bullied. I mean, thinking about it right now, I even want to bully myself. Seriously, 7th Grade Megan? Good grief.
I was ahead of my time: I was a nerd before it was cool to be a nerd.
I have successfully completed 19 years of school with very good grades. I have studied Spanish and French, and I can be passable in both if I need to be. My point is that I’m fairly intelligent and I like school, I like studying, and I’m maybe a teensy bit above average with languages.
When I moved here, I wanted to be able to at least ask where the bathroom is (mission accomplished–I’m done!), so I started taking Thai classes almost 4 weeks ago.
I usually start out the morning feeling very optimistic, which is pretty much the complete opposite of my regular personality. Still, every morning I wake up thinking that this will be the day I finally speak Thai in class without going, Ummmmmmmmm…no, that’s not right….umm….wait, I gotta look it up….
This is how I feel when I get out of bed–well, not right when I get out of bed, because at that point I am usually extremely grumpy and upset, so maybe when I’m on my way to the train station–
This is how I usually feel after an hour or so of Thai class–
**Yes, that is a picture of me.
I usually feel like this is totally my own fault. I come home determined to study and end up taking a nap, then I get sucked into the internet and bad Thai music videos, and before I know it it’s 11:30 p.m. and oh crap I didn’t even crack my books and I don’t even remember how to say 11:30 p.m. in Thai because that’s one of those things I was supposed to go back and review and never did and how do you say, “I can’t remember” in Thai, anyway, because that was also one of those things I was supposed to go back and review and never did and…oh, screw it, I’m going to bed. I’ll listen to the lesson in the morning on the way to the Sky Train.
I’m going to let you decide what the odds are that I actually listen to the lesson on the way to the Sky Train in the morning.
The thing is, I’m really enjoying my Thai classes and when I force myself to study I do much better. Duh, right? Good thing I got that master’s degree in teaching, which I will be paying off for the next 10 years! Smart-like!
I think I’m having problems because Party Megan is bugging me again.
The worst part about Party Megan is that all she wants to do is sit around in her underwear, eat food other people have prepared, and talk about herself in the third person. It’s not like she wants to do stuff, like actually party.
I guess my brain is just taking a break to focus on other things, but I’m urging it to get back on track soon. In the meantime, I’ve actually learned a lot of Thai and have had successful conversations with taxi drivers, grandmas at the market, and Noodle Lady. I just have to forget incidences like this:
Me, wanting to ask how much the soup is: What are you doing?
Person, confused because she is obviously selling food: ??
Me: No, no, I mean, what are you eating?
Person, too confounded for words, as she is clearly selling food and not eating it: ….
Friend from class: Um, you want to ask “How much is it?”.
Me: Dear Brain, it would be great if you could start working again, thanks.
Studying Thai: 1 Megan: 0
Look, I know all the theories, okay? I know perfectly well that I need a routine and that I also absolutely cannot come home to study because I will immediately fall asleep on the couch. Studying Thai, I’m determined to beat you! I just need to check out what the LOL cats have been up to first, and there’s this new Thai movie I want to see the trailer for…