Russian class is a bit overwhelming right now. I'm not caught up with the rest of the class yet, and I had another one-on-one lesson with Ksenia today. She gives me a few weeks worth of information in a few hours, and then I have to go back to my dorm and learn it. During class, I try to pick out words I know and pray that she doesn't call on me. The other students are nice, though, and it's a small class. My terror and humiliation in class inspire me to work hard outside of class, however, my aspirations are not always achieved. Like tonight, when I spent way too long on a simple exercise, stuck on one sentence. It read,
"On the bus I was in my homeland."
Wait, what? Why only on the bus are you in your homeland? Are you not in your homeland when you are not on the bus? Is the bus traveling to your homeland, or in some kind of time-space continuum?
This train of thought continued, until I reread the sentence and realized it said not auvtobuse, but auvguste (August).
This is the look I would've gotten from Anne had she been here to witness my fail.
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