I think I have talked myself into the level three class for Catalan...guarded hoorays....
and a thanks to my Mom.
You see, my Mom (I don´t care if that is supposed to be lower case or not, I think Moms and Dads deserve the upper case everytime.) anyway, my Mom gifted me with a special ability. I don´t think she did this on purpose, but for my entire life I was never ever ever on the list. I would go the the first day of school, the first day of camp, whatever, and I would be certain that my name would not be there and they would have no idea whatsoever who I was or why I was there. This was easier to handle when I was younger as they certainly were not going to send a minor out on the street simply because their name isn´t on the list, but fortunately the situation persisted long enough that I can now talk my way into almost any course or camp or group I need to. Darn useful too.
I may be on probation with this class though, which isn´t so good as my linguistic gifts are not quite as advanced. I´ve been studying away so I don´t make too much of a weiner out of myself on Wednesday morning.
Cross your fingers for me, m´kay?