Ich bin ein Schüler an Grossmont Hochschule

I've been learning German through Rosetta Stone the past week. I have to admit that it actually works! I remember thinking,
"Spanish? Over it after three years. French? Italian? Too cliche. German? Hagen Dasz and Weinerschnitzel? Hell yeah!"
It sounds a lot like English and it just makes me laugh at the similarities and unattractive accent.

Was ist das? Ist ein Apfel.
What is that? It is an apple.

It's definitely helped with the summer boredom and has been helping me get things off my mind.

One of the most humbling events has caught my mind and I'm not talking about the Olympics and the world uniting. I learned that my mom will be attending Grossmont with me this Fall. I'm proud that she isn't going back to the nearly sweatshop-style occupation she once worked for more than a decade. The government is paying her to go back to school and she's pursuing nursing, the job she had before the most recent. I really don't want to take this as a burden as I'm planning that these are going to be the best times of our lives. Who would've ever thought a mother and her son, now finally an adult, would ever go to school together? I think the experience will be beneficial as it'll allow us to learn more about ourselves and each other.

Perhaps you were waiting for me to write a lot more as I said I would in my previous entry. To tell you the truth, I'm still contemplating if I should publish the other post. It's not finished anyway and still trying to develop my thoughts on it.

I've meant every word I've said. I am both distressed and hopeful that you've felt the same. It's a struggle to fight my falling faith.