Archive for September, 2007

Ouch

September 30, 2007

I found out this week that the guy I really, really like (and have liked for pretty close to the past year) has a girlfriend. Darn. I was so close to working up the nerve to ask him if he would like to go out for a drink with me.

So I’ve been sniffling into my pillow a little for the past few nights, and generally feeling sorry for myself. I have been informed that I am very lucky to have reached almost 24 without ever crying over a guy until now. And I suppose that’s true. The bright side is that he doesn’t know that I like him, so if I can get my head screwed on straight and act normal in front of him, we can still be friends.

I’m still bummed out, though.

Do you mind?!

September 25, 2007

I consider myself to be pretty darn near to fluent in French. I speak French just as easily as I speak English. I read and watch TV in French all the time. I go to school in French. Heck, I even dream in French!

But sometimes there are situations where only English comes to mind. For example, yesterday in the bus a woman and her backpack sat next to me. But instead of facing forwards in her seat, the woman was sitting sideways with her legs and feet out in the aisle and her backpack in my lap.

The only think I could think of to say was, “Do you mind?!”

Somebody please teach me how to convey that sentiment in French…

Guten Tag

September 22, 2007

Ich heisse Kitty. Ich wohne in Genf. Ich komme aus Amerika (die Vereinigten Staaten von Amerika). Ich lebe seit einem Jahr in der Schweiz. Ich bin Studentin an der Universität Genf und ich bin Übersetzerin. Ich spreche englisch, französisch und spanisch.

I just finished my first four-hour-long German lesson. It really flew by… it didn’t feel like four hours at all! I guess time flies when you’re having fun. For anybody who doesn’t read German, the previous paragraph says: “My name is Kitty. I live in Geneva. I am from America (the United States of America). I have lived in Switzerland for one year. I am a student at the University of Geneva and I am a translator. I speak English, French and Spanish.” And that’s about all I know how to say so far! Now I have to practice, practice, practice so that I still remember how to say it all next Saturday (hopefully without looking at my notes).

Auf Wiedersehen!

Magic owl

September 21, 2007

When I was little, I had a small, one-eyed crystal owl that lived at my dad’s house. Now, this owl wasn’t just any ordinary owl… this owl was a magic owl. As soon as I fell asleep, it would fly around the room, watching over me. And as soon as I woke up, it would land… but always in a different spot from where it took off the night before.

I miss that owl.

Play-Doh

September 19, 2007

I had a long day at work today… 9am to 7pm. So it was nice to get to class tonight and immediately be assigned to play with Play-Doh. We had to make a shape, then write directions on how to make it without naming it and have our classmates recreate it. Fun!

On a completely unrelated note, I want to know why there is no tram 14 in Geneva. They go 12, 13, 15, 16, 17. Did somebody miss counting lessons in kindergarten? Or is there an actual reason for it?

I’m off to doctor my poor mouth… don’t eat figs for breakfast if you’re allergic to latex.

I must be out of my mind

September 17, 2007

Today I took the plunge and signed up for German lessons. Not just standard German lessons, but intensive German lessons that meet for four hours at a time. The rationale behind this move (yes, I was rational when I made this decision) is that in order to find a job as a translator in Switzerland, I am probably going to have to have German in my language combination. I pick up languages pretty quickly, which is why I chose the intensive route… I need to cram in as much German as possible as quickly as possible. If I work really hard for the next two to three years, I should be proficient enough to be able to translate professionally. Too bad I didn’t make this decision a year ago…

So, soon I’m going to have four languages running around and wreaking havoc in my head!

What should I be when I grow up?

September 14, 2007

I stole this from Mairsy Dotes… here’s what it came up with for me:

1. Criminologist

2. Political Aide

3. Public Policy Analyst

4. Market Research Analyst

5. Writer

6. Lobbyist

7. Critic

8. Translator

9. Activist

10. Communications Specialist

11. Print Journalist

12. Corporate / Commercial Lawyer

13. Editor

14. Judge

15. Paralegal

16. Historian

17. Health Records Professional

18. Legal Secretary

19. Public Relations Specialist

20. Medical Secretary

21. Criminal Lawyer

22. Civil Litigator

23. Lawyer

24. Politician

25. Economist

26. Economic Development Officer

27. Federal Agent

28. Archivist

29. Court Clerk

30. Anthropologist

31. Sports Official

32. Venture Capitalist

33. Researcher

34. Epidemiologist

35. Medical Transcriptionist

36. Television and Radio Reporter

37. Data Entry Clerk

38. Sign Language Interpreter

39. Professor

40. Receptionist / Information Clerk

Personally, I’m rooting for #8, but if that doesn’t work out, #5 and #13 would be nice, too.

One

September 10, 2007

Grocery stores here seem to have a hard time with the concept of one. My favorite cereal often comes in packs of two. So does my favorite pizza. Apples come in kilo bags, and bell peppers come three to a pack–one red, one yellow and one orange.

This weekend I wanted to make an omelette. Just one. I got all the ingredients I needed at the Migros up the street… except for the mushroom I wanted. All they had was big barquettes of them, and I only wanted one. So I went across town to a Coop that I knew sold individual mushrooms. Found the mushroom I needed, but still felt like something was missing. Then it hit me–onion! An onion would make my omelette tasty indeed. But…

…you guessed it… they didn’t sell single onions.

I have a kilo sack of golf-ball-sized onions sitting on my desk now. Anybody have any good onion recipes?

Mozart on Rollerblades

September 8, 2007

For all the kids at my mom’s school:

Enjoy!

Fall

September 7, 2007

Cool weather sneaked up on us this week… a steady breeze has been blowing, and the leaves are turning colors. Jackets, long skirts and boots have been cropping up around town. I’ve started getting homesick for Vermont, the pumpkin patch and homemade applesauce. And today there were dead leaves scattered about the floor in school, a solemn reminder that fall is in the air.

I like fall in and of itself. The problem is that it reminds me that winter is on the way, and I hate winter with a passion. I hate the dark and the cold and the stifling layers of clothes.

It’s really too bad that humans don’t hibernate.