Today my classmates gathered at 9:30 AM with a flask of whiskey. We passed it down the line, each taking a swig, and patiently stood in the hallway, waiting for our oral exams. At 10:23 I took mine, and although I could practically taste my heartbeat in the back of my mouth over the whiskey (and the tic tac that concealed that,) I spoke with my teacher in fluid, nearly perfect spanish about what it means to exist. 2 hours later we got our results.
I got an A in Intermedio II (last quarter,) and an A in Avanzado (this quarter.) I have officially completed by 300 series of Spanish with flying colors (if I may say so,) and will transfer 16 credits to my Spanish Major in Seattle. “Satisfied” is an absolute understatement. I can not only come back to the USA with stories to tell and lessons learned, but my academic chin held high.
This afternoon was our despedida lunch. We all ate ourselves sick at Deli Wok, and finally said goodbye to our program coordinators. Tonight is one last shebang where I’ll see everyone, and despite a few teary goodbyes at the airport tomorrow night, this is it.
All these people are great, and the lessons I have learned from them are immense.