Learning Irish, Take Two

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...that's basically how the Irish language makes me feel.

Sure, it's beautiful to listen to and all, but wow it sucks to learn. Every time I try to say something without looking at my notes, all I can think of is either the English or some random Spanish translation that I learned in high school. And apparently we are speaking it at half speed, even though it's faster than any of us can get our tongues around.

Like I said before, I wouldn't mind coming out of the class with just a basic understanding of a couple phrases and such. But going through this class is torture. I think I would actually quit, except it was 80 euros and I might as well suck it up. I've just got to get used to the professor going 8000 miles a second and not remembering anything I learn.

Besides that class, though, today was normal. Tuesdays are horrible, and Wednesdays are busy until Irish finishes. Once it's over, though, it signals the end of the stress of the week. Tomorrow I only have two classes: one at 9 a.m. and the other at 4 p.m., giving me lots of time to run errands in the city and work on internships and plan trips with Alice. And possibly rock climbing...if someone drops out of a spot so I can sneak in.

Lately I've become a clutz. I broke my toenail playing soccer on Monday and today burned the pad of my finger trying to get my chicken out of the oven. I'm scared to find out what'll happen tomorrow...

I'm going to keep it short and sweet tonight. Cheers. Good night!