Back to the grind

Before I started the semester I went to the eye doctor to get contacts for the first time. I went through a week of getting used to them, but now I am pretty much got the hang of things. Contacts are 500 times better than glasses.
Whenever people would ask me if I was ready for school to start back after the holidays I would tell them, "It's coming whether I am ready or not." It sound kind of negative but that was the way I felt. The first day of school started last Wednesday. Last week was pretty good. It was the usual go to class, listen to the professor tell you what he expected out of you and what the class description is. Most of my classes let out early, so that was nice. This week has been good also, not to many assignments. I think overall it should be a good semester. Most of my classes are English classes which I am interested in so it has been interesting. My other class on the other hand is a different story. My Spanish 102 class is not what I expected it to be. I expected the usual crapy class where the teacher thinks we should know how to speak spanish even though we have not grown up in a hispanic country, but it's not. This class is a lot more laid back then my 101 class. The teacher is pretty cool, so far. She wants us to give presentations on the material so that we can have more of a handle on the material. The presentation doesn't have to be that long as long as you have covered the material that has been assigned. Last Friday in class we still had about five minutes after the people that were prepared to present, so she taught us some steps on doing the salsa. I looked back at a girl that was in my 101 class and said, "We aren't used to this, not used to having fun. It was interesting. Needless to say, I don't think this will be a hard semester of Spanish. The other classes I am taking are: Shakespeare, Modern Drama, and a Intro to English Studies class(basically how to be an English major).
Last Saturday I went to a goat auction with my mom and dad. It takes place every 2nd and 4th Saturday of every month. It was pretty fun. There was some little baby pigmy goats that were for sell, they were so cute. Mom and I just loved them. We tried to talk Dad into getting them but he didn't. I was interesting to watch dad during the auction. You could see the gears turning in his head, listening to the bidding price and trying to decide whether or not to bid. It was fun listening to the auctioneer. I picked up some goat auctioning dialect. The auctioneer would say Dolly and This one needs a friend whenver some of the goats would come out of the gate. He would say dolly whenever there was a nanny that came out that her tits were draging the ground, in honor of Dolly Parton. This one needs a friend means that the goat is sick. Dad ended up not getting any goats because they were going for expensive prices.