There is a part of my brain dedicated to analyzing everything I hear, at all times, in order to gauge the potential for a that's-what-she-said joke. There is another part of my brain, right next to that, which is constantly monitoring the gender ratio of my environment, and it makes me automatically sad or happy based on the circumstances. That part came to life while studying computer science at a primarily engineering school and has been active ever since.
So that part of my brain was quite happy when I showed up to "spanish class" at a particular book store, which was recommended to me by multiple sources. The gender ratio is like 3:1 on the good side. I don't really see myself finding the one here, as they say, but hopefully there is as least some friendship potential. We will, at least, speak the same language.
I personally was not particularly impressed with the other dudes; it often seems like they aren't even paying attention. But, whatever. We're all here to learn and all that. So far the class is pretty easy since its Spanish 1 and I took four years in high school. I am learning a lot though; this guy is way more thorough than the high school curricula, especially regarding pronunciation. I don't know how many class I have to take, but I'd like to visit Spain. Mostly Barcelona and Madrid, because those are the only two Spanish cities that I know by name.
In other news, I am scaling back the sort of fervent scheduling of new experiences. They were great, and they certainly seem to slow down time (I probably lived more during those few weeks in February and March than I did in the four months leading up to them) however being out of my comfort zone that frequently is exhausting, to say nothing of the amount of scheduling work that is involved. Plus, it kind of prevented me from going to the gym with any regularity.
It is regretful though; I was pretty close to finally doing a real fencing lesson. I did a lot of sort of unofficial fencing in college, which mostly just resulted in broken practice swords and a lot of weird looks from people at parties. Someday, hopefully, I'll be able to pick that up, but its a pain in the ass to schedule because most studios are built to serve a market made entirely of children, and only offer an adult class as an afterthought one night a week. I seem to be one of very few people who dream of learning every style of swordsmanship known to man, followed by a short stay in a real castle to practice what we learned. For example, did you know that castle tower steps were curved clockwise, with deliberately uneven steps, in order to give the defenders an advantage (most swordsmen were right-handed)? Yeah. I'd like to try that shit out. Maybe we can get a trojan involved and have a grand old party.
In lieu of fencing, we do have salsa, spanish, volleyball, and a possible photography course that I genuinely need. If all goes well I will both own a DSLR camera and actually care what that means.
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