Tuesday, January 10, 2006
At work last night I began reading through the book of short stories for my German readings class. After the first sentence, I recalled that German is not my native language. Other people also pointed this out. Actually, without a dictionary, I understood the basic gist, and could tell what sort of action was occurring. I simply lack vocabulary; the forms I recognize well enough.
My grandmother and grandfather sent a gift card, which I am about to spend in a moment with Jared. I promised him we could get ice cream afterward. Then I work again, then I work out again, then I sleep.
Tomorrow school begins promptly at eight: "Weight Training".
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:50 AM]