Last Thursday I slept through my first class (whoops!) but I was able to make it today. My teacher is a beautiful little woman with a lively and adorable personality that promises to genuinely laugh at your joke, even if it’s not a good one. The class was mad chill and reminded me of high school. I got a worksheet for homework. A worksheet! I’ve missed those more than I’d realized. But really, I already learned some good stuff from this woman. Picked up a substantial list of colloquial vocab—my favorite, since I want to know how to chill with people in Spanish; not read literature in it. I learned “meter la pata,” which literally translates as: to put your foot in the wrong place. But it’s used to express doing or saying something that’s inappropriate or wrong, like laughing at a funeral. Or, less severe, like when I stepped into a bar/café and asked the waiter, “Should I sit?” “¿Que?”—he asked. “Should I SIT?” What I was actually saying was: “Should I feel? Should I FEEL?!” (sentir=to feel; sentar=to sit) Poor waiter probably thought he was gonna have to play therapist to some PMSing foreigner.