A Radical Sabbatical

I definitely overstudied for this spanish quiz today.  I must have memorized at least 100 words in spanish.  From colors to identifying objects in a classroom to clothing.  I even figured out a way to remember several words that I was having a difficult time remembering.  For example: la cabeza means head.  For the life of me, I could not remember the spanish word.  It finally ocurred to me to remember cabbage head.  cabbage vs. cabeza.  its a cinch now.  well low and behold, the teacher hands out a paper thats three inches long and eight inches wide.  Their was a list of 20 English words which she asked us to translate into spanish.  

The good thing was that I was able to look at the word in English and immediately say it in Spanish.  So, this little quiz was just a tiny quiz.  Now anatomy is another story.  Today in class, we were all saying that this quiz on Wednesday feels more like it should be called a test.  The Professor has stated that the “QUIZ” will be on chapters one through five.  We will be quizzed on diagrams, medical terminology and asked which direction certain parts go and what expands and what decreases, increases, etc.   hmmm, so what is the difference between a quiz and a test?  I’m sure to find out on Wednesday.

Oh, and by the way, the word head was not on the spanish test.

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I don’t know how I am ever going to return to work next September.  I absolutely love attending college classes.  I love learning and I love being so inquisitive.  I want to be a student in college for the rest of my life.

For those of you who attended college in the 70’s, remember the older students that were hanging around attending one class a semester?  The ones who were close to 30 years old?  They weren’t returning students, they were actually students who took a few credits each semester but their main objective was to smoke cigarettes, be cool in the student union and take forever to graduate.  They were party boys who were never going to grow up (although we didn’t visualize them that way at the time).

I’ll never forget Bruce R.  He was student government president so many times that we all thought the school would just eventually hire him and give him that position permanently.   He was what we called the perpetual student.  He was always in on club meetings and the President of the college invited him to luncheons.   I guess the guy felt Bruce had the students ears on his side.

Anyway, my point is that, I want to be a perpetual student. Bruce sort of had the right idea but it was earlier on in life.  I want to learn all there is to learn and continue to enjoy the interaction I’m having with the students.  I’m enjoying the professors too.  They’re young, bright and ballsy.  Exactly the type of people I like to communicate with.

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