i called to the health center this morning regarding my cough. it went well...
but daddy wasn't satisfied with my story when i told him what transpired in my phone conversation with the nurse.
when he came home from work, he drove me to the hospital.
we waited outside the emergency area. when we were accommodated, the nurse told us to go to the other hospital in the city.
when we got to the city, the woman at the front desk told us that there's a long line already and we can't be accommodated because they're only open until 8pm.
knowing daddy, i knew that he will give a speech to the front desk officer. i planned to pull him so we can just leave, but he already started his speech π
my throat hurts and i've been feeling symptoms of a flu.
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the day before yesterday,
i watched "from scratch"...
i didn't mean to watch until the last episode...
but well, i was carried away by the story.
i haven't wept over a netflix series like i did while watching this one. i don't why it affected me so much. but i couldn't stop crying until the last scene.
i just let the story carry me away.
after crying so much, i felt tired and went to bed early
i always have bloopers when i'm doing something new...
first, i thought the class is every thursday.
so i asked a favor from work if i could have free evenings on thursdays.
my request was granted.
a couple of days before the class started, i checked the email that was sent to me when i registered to the class
only to find out that the classes are on wednesdays
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luckily, i have morning shifts on wednesdays for this month.
what a relief!
so, after work yesterday, i bought a new notebook and pen especially for my Spanish class π
i was so excited!
at 16:30, i was looking for the building where our classes will be.
i have google maps with me (of course!)
i got in the building where i thought the class would be.
when i saw the first room, i opened the door and say hello.
the teacher answered me in French.
blooper!
it was a French class.
the teacher told me to check the next room somewhere in the building.
i did.
the next class that i disturbed was the Italian class.
and the teacher told me that i was in a completely different building.
ooopppsss
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so i went to the building where the Italian teacher pointed me to go.
i climbed the stairs to the third floor and knocked on one door. the teacher came out and she was speaking Spanish to me. i thought, finally i'm in the right class.
only to find out that it wasn't my class. she was teaching upper-level Spanish already. no wonder she spoke Spanish to me.
anyway, she walked with me to the next classroom and asked the teacher there.
but nope!
we walked to the other end of the hallway.
there was one empty room with a woman sitting on what looked like a teacher's place.
and finally! i was at home!
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i was actually an hour early for the class. i just chose my place and settled down and waited for the rest of my classmates.
our first day was nice. i really want to learn Spanish. i can't wait for that day when i can speak Spanish fluently.