(Those are my feet!)Learning a language is a lot like running. It's easy and encouraging at first because it seemed like it would be a big deal, but it's actually pretty easy starting out. After a while though, when the lactic acid starts to kick in, you eventually feel like you've hit a wall. That's where I was for the most part of last semester and the beginning of this one in regards to french. It's probably too early to tell, but I feel like I've finally caught my second wind.
Part of that is likely due to the fact that I was really overestimating how much better my peers were than me. I mean, there are some people in there that could talk circles around me(and already have), but I feel more stable now. I feel like I've got a good handle over the basics, FINALLY. It's a nice feeling.
I'm feeling good about a lot of things actually. I have a boyyyyyyyyyfrieeeeeend now, which is pretty sweet, and I'm keeping up with my friends, which is really important for my sanity. I also feel like I'm balancing my time better than I was last semester which is a huge relief.
My roommate still likes anime, techno music, and The Golden Girls, though. CAN'T WIN 'EM ALL!
edit://For those interested, I made a tumblr about my roommate: http://viggomortensenpoem.tumblr.com/
