Mi clase nueva

Hoy, fui a la clase nueva. Es muy difícil, pero es muy interesante. 

My teachers from my old classes pulled me aside Friday and told me they thought I should move up a level. Mind you, I've only been here for two weeks and knew basically nothing before ( Well, I was better off than most beginners thanks to Penny Evans/Dean. Seriously, she was the best teacher, I mean I still remember it, along with all the history she taught us a well) 

So anyways, I was a little scared to go to this new class. I didn't think I could keep up. 

Last week, in my old class, wae started learning some past tenses. I picked it up super fast, but I still did not feel I knew everything (vocab and all the verb conjugations) to move up. I love learning as much as possible and I would get impatient when we couldn't move on. I think that is why my teachers moved me up. I really liked them and wanted to stay, but they are right. To be honest, I'm glad I did. It's much more difficult, but challenging is fun. I liked being on top of everything in the old class ands always knowing more than the others, but it's better for me to be in a class more challenging. I like having to constantly be on my toes and the pressure yields to rapid learning. Today it was good, and although I was right about not knowing everything I needed to, I didn't need to know every single thing to be able to keep up. Context clues helped me to make up for the things I didn't know. Plus, my professors are amazing. Since I got new ones today, I had to do the whole introduce yourself, where you are from, what you do, etc. My second professor knew I was from the U.S. without me even saying anything. Why, who knows. There is a new dude that is 17 and in my class. He's from New Mexico though so I credit him with having to speak it lots in actual practice at home. 

So, the World Cup tournament has started. The very first game was super predictable. However, the Spain vs. the Dutch game was a whole different story. I was super hoping for a huge party in the streets. After and during the game, it sounded the exact opposite in the streets. It was cool because I stayed home and watched the game with my host mom and roommates, but if I had been sleeping I still would have known the status of the game, simply by the noise in the streets. I'm pretty sure, most everyone was watching that game in this country, and if not it was playing anyways. 

What a super depressing game. I mean, really. It was so sad. It was a great game, as in lots of activity and a big upset, but man did it suck. I knew that they were coming back for revenge after 2010, but I did not foresee that. I don't think anyone did. Robin was killin it. And let's be honest, he's pretty cute, too. I'm wondering how long is MVP playing will last in this tournament. He's a baller though for real. My host mom is from Argentina so those games she actually cares more about. But, she always has all the games playing. 

At UNA, I played some intramural soccer (I was terrible) with the honors program and so we have a groupme from that and it is hilarious. I keeps me connected with them through the world's sport: fútbol. 

It is seriously so much more fun to watch than American football. Plus, fútbol is universal. 

Being here in general during the World Cup is awesome though. 

Every day in class we talk about the teams (equipos) and what's going on with all the matches/games (partidos). Since we have students from all over, it makes it very interesting.