Xanga

Welcome all to my introductory Xanga post.  And what better way to start than with a story from my Spanish class this morning...

Now, we all know that allllllll women are absolutely no good at giving (or following) directions (*cough* Rebecca Tatar *cough*).  So today, we had oral exams, and the teacher drew two names from a hat and two girls went to the front of the class.  The prompt was "give directions from the Union to IMPE" (those of you not from U of I needn't concern yourselves with these details). 

What's worse than getting directions from a woman?  Getting directions from a woman in Spanish.  Como se dice "disaster" en espanol?  DISASTRE!  I swear, if I were forced to follow those directions, I would have definitely needed to know Spanish because I would have ended up in Mexico!

While I was listening to them dribble on and on, one thought went through my head..."If it weren't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college."  Those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about need to brush up on your Lewis Black.

That's it for now.  Sorry, no insights to my soul are found here.  That could be far too frightening for our younger readers.