Training Day 3

So... 13 hour days are ROUGH. I practiced for my performances and worked really hard and was scored, essentially, all mediocre. It was frustrating but at the same time... I just didn't care anymore! We had session after session and didn't cover some of the things in the schedule which made me feel like... well, I hope that doesn't bite me in the butt later!

The first thing we talked about in the morning was our exam tomorrow. HEAVY. I was like, I have to now worry about this ALL DAY. However, I do like all the information now so I suppose it was good to know it ahead of time.

By the end of the evening, I was just exhausted - and I mean I got slap happy. I was like a squirrel on caffeine! I was INSANE in one my performances. I could see my classmates' eyes getting wider and wider as they watched me. I, however, was having a blast. I was loving every minute and that was so nice.

At the end of the evening, I went to the "board work" section. It was actually really amazing. I now have completely different handwriting! My handwriting now looks like my Aunt Donna's! I wonder now if she had a class like mine that showed her exactly how to get such neat, rounded writing. The crazy thing is that it was withing the space of an hour. It went quite late though.

When Limor and I got back to the room we chatted and vented and just had a really nice time talking. It kept us up a bit later but it was nice to just share and hang out like real roommates rather than an assigned flatmate. It did keep us up late though. Worth it!

Funny moments:

This happened last night and I forgot to tell you about it! So we were sitting through a HS teaching demonstration. One of the guys in our branch is from England and he's called Tom (Thomas). So Limor, Tom and I were sitting together while our main trainer showed us how it's done. Tom is an avid note taker and as most people know, it can split your attention. So as our trainer greeted us, he added, "Ladies" expecting only the women to answer. We were sitting all the way in the back but Tom pulled a Nathanael, answering more loudly than the rest of the women in our section when the trainer greeted us. The trainer rolled with it and said, "Oooh! Special lady!" Since then we've all taken to calling Tom, "Special Lady." LOL

I thought I had another funny story but can't remember it now. If I do, I'll post it. Much love! XOXO, A