Class

Class is actually insanely fun. We just wrapped up a chapter in our book that ties everything into relationships. My teacher's name is Pablo and seems to be a hopeless romantic. He'll start talking about something and giggle and then crack some risqué joke, or say something that makes all the girls hearts melt a little. He's 31, but connects with us on a social level really well. The discussions are super fun because we're personally getting to know each and every student in our section. I always come out of class smiling because A. I always love Spanish class no matter where I am, B. we never seem to have a dull moment during the three hour course and C. Pablo is really good about pointing out when we do something right. I feel like I'm back in elementary school because I get really happy when he says I'm doing a good job. It's just always nice to have positive reinforcement.

We're in this BEAUTIFUL old building that used to be a hospital. The building is enormous and covered head to toe in intricate tile work and large windows. It's seriously nicer than the buildings at Auburn, and the Shelby Center is pretty amazing. I honestly have no complaints about the school. I haven't had a class that's really challenged me in a while, so it's exactly what I needed.