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Oh thank goodness. I was really dreading tonight and finding it hard to go, after last week's jokes.
But it went fine. I went in with enough to say that I didn't even get to half of it (because I didn't know what I'd want to talk about when I was there)...plus, instead of putting us in two groups of three, she put us in one group of six. (Of course, it was one group of five till another student showed up a bit late.)
I knew - and I was right - that saying at one point in my life we had 40-odd cats would be enough to derail everyone's mind for a bit. *grins* Apparently I outdid the lady next to me, who has a miniature cow, miniature burro, miniature goat, dog, two cats, and a lovebird. Eek.
I also got a good laugh when I mentioned that my parents had a cat named "Basta". Hee. I was going to talk about Basta but the conversation side-tracked and derailed...later on, I griped about the coworker who brings his black lab into our office and lets it run off-leash.
All nothings, but enough to reassure me I spoke "enough" and maybe will not be teased so much.
Tomorrow we are supposed to talk about the state we are "from", namely, the one we were born in. Ugh. I lived in the state I was born in for about a year and a half and then we moved to Oregon, I spent all my life here, basically. I don't want to talk about California! It has some very, very nice people in it. It's a state. It's probably perfectly nice. But it's not my state. I'd have to do - eek! - research to talk about it, and even then I'd stutter and stumble.
Blessedly, no one in my class was born in Oregon, and another woman was born in California, so the instructor decided it was okay for me to talk about Oregon.
Let's see. I've lived here - excising the time I spent in Iowa for college, and the time I spent in California before we moved here - over twenty years. Yes, I think I'd rather talk about Oregon.
Oregon is my home. It will be, even if I move somewhere else and live there for years.
Another topic I can deal with, at least partially. Well, we're supposed to talk about our home state, and the Basque region, but we have an article for that. I can manage this. I can do this.
The guy in our class managed to say something crude about his dog (unfortunately, I missed what), whilst trying to say something else. Then again, he's also the one who noted that his dog's name is Sara, his fiancee is Tara, and he occasionally interchanges their names! Needless to say that had the rest of us laughing and wincing.
It was awkward. I mean, it wasn't like being with friends. But it wasn't bad. It wasn't last week.
Let it stay this way, and I'll keep going. Let it revert - and I'll change my mind.
But it went fine. I went in with enough to say that I didn't even get to half of it (because I didn't know what I'd want to talk about when I was there)...plus, instead of putting us in two groups of three, she put us in one group of six. (Of course, it was one group of five till another student showed up a bit late.)
I knew - and I was right - that saying at one point in my life we had 40-odd cats would be enough to derail everyone's mind for a bit. *grins* Apparently I outdid the lady next to me, who has a miniature cow, miniature burro, miniature goat, dog, two cats, and a lovebird. Eek.
I also got a good laugh when I mentioned that my parents had a cat named "Basta". Hee. I was going to talk about Basta but the conversation side-tracked and derailed...later on, I griped about the coworker who brings his black lab into our office and lets it run off-leash.
All nothings, but enough to reassure me I spoke "enough" and maybe will not be teased so much.
Tomorrow we are supposed to talk about the state we are "from", namely, the one we were born in. Ugh. I lived in the state I was born in for about a year and a half and then we moved to Oregon, I spent all my life here, basically. I don't want to talk about California! It has some very, very nice people in it. It's a state. It's probably perfectly nice. But it's not my state. I'd have to do - eek! - research to talk about it, and even then I'd stutter and stumble.
Blessedly, no one in my class was born in Oregon, and another woman was born in California, so the instructor decided it was okay for me to talk about Oregon.
Let's see. I've lived here - excising the time I spent in Iowa for college, and the time I spent in California before we moved here - over twenty years. Yes, I think I'd rather talk about Oregon.
Oregon is my home. It will be, even if I move somewhere else and live there for years.
Another topic I can deal with, at least partially. Well, we're supposed to talk about our home state, and the Basque region, but we have an article for that. I can manage this. I can do this.
The guy in our class managed to say something crude about his dog (unfortunately, I missed what), whilst trying to say something else. Then again, he's also the one who noted that his dog's name is Sara, his fiancee is Tara, and he occasionally interchanges their names! Needless to say that had the rest of us laughing and wincing.
It was awkward. I mean, it wasn't like being with friends. But it wasn't bad. It wasn't last week.
Let it stay this way, and I'll keep going. Let it revert - and I'll change my mind.
