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Since the semester is drawing to a close and the whole point of school, supposedly, is to learn, I thought I would make a list of things I have learned this semester.
-How to read and write Russian print (as opposed to block letters)
-How to make chewy cookies from scratch
-Love happens in weird places when you don't expect it (I know, that sounds cheesy.)
-If it makes you unhappy, it's not worth it. You only have one life to live.
-Machiavelli is a man after my own heart and should be required reading for anybody writing fantasy that involves monarchies or similar forms of government
-How to make kotleti/blinchiki/orange chicken/home made taco shells
-I sound ever so slightly Russian
-Cooking complex things is only nice when sharing them with other people
-It's okay to do badly in something. This doesn't lessen one's worth as a human being. (Still working on this one)
Only two of these things I learned in a classroom according to a lesson plan. Only one was the actual point of the lesson. Three of them have to do with food, which is surprising because food and I have a complex and often unhappy relationship.
Worth the absurd tuition? Who knows. Maybe the bold bit.
-How to read and write Russian print (as opposed to block letters)
-How to make chewy cookies from scratch
-Love happens in weird places when you don't expect it (I know, that sounds cheesy.)
-If it makes you unhappy, it's not worth it. You only have one life to live.
-Machiavelli is a man after my own heart and should be required reading for anybody writing fantasy that involves monarchies or similar forms of government
-How to make kotleti/blinchiki/orange chicken/home made taco shells
-I sound ever so slightly Russian
-Cooking complex things is only nice when sharing them with other people
-It's okay to do badly in something. This doesn't lessen one's worth as a human being. (Still working on this one)
Only two of these things I learned in a classroom according to a lesson plan. Only one was the actual point of the lesson. Three of them have to do with food, which is surprising because food and I have a complex and often unhappy relationship.
Worth the absurd tuition? Who knows. Maybe the bold bit.