This weekend I:\n<\/p>\n
No, I didn’t do much else. Yeah, I know, wild times at the Figart household, huh?\n<\/p>\n
My son has informed me that his school is offering a new language and that instead of studying Spanish next year as originally planned, he wants to study Greek, because he sees a lot of Greek letters in Doctor Who, and it seems cool. Me? I think that’s as good a reason as any to choose a language to study, as long as he’s studying one. I took French, because my Dad insisted that the top students studied that or Latin, but what I really wanted to study was Spanish. My second year in high school, I had to fight to do that, because I was told that studying two languages at once would confuse me. My thought was that I had<\/em> to be at least as smart as European kids, and they seemed to handle the multilingual thing okay. I don’t know<\/strong> if my parents got involved in this debate, but I expect if they did, it was along the lines of, “What? She’s excited<\/em> about something in school<\/em>? Dear Lord<\/em> don’t discourage<\/em> her. Are you crazy<\/em>?”\n<\/p>\n Next week is a busy week. Classes, meetings and writing, oh my<\/em>! I’m even dusting off my web skilz to do a webdev job to earn some gym time for my family. I know it doesn’t sound exciting on the outside, but I’m having fun.\n<\/p>\n Though, isn’t it goofy that I feel some need to apologize for enjoying myself. As if I have some responsibility to have a life that’s “cool” from the outside. I expect at least in part because I do have an alternative lifetstyle voice, I feel a bit weird at how quiet my daily life is. I almost feel like fraud because I don’t have much of a rock star lifestyle.\n<\/p>\n