Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Cool Runnings

"Cool Runnings" is 3-fold:

1) My roommates and I watched Cool Runnings on Saturday to pump us up for the Winter Olympics. Easily one of my favorite movies, for many reasons. After being tripped in his Olympic trial race, Derice doesn't give up. Rather, he gears his lightning speed into something slightly far-fetched for a Jamaican man... a bobsledding team. Conveniently, after his summer Olympic trial, the movie transitions to the Winter Olympics where he is able to compete in the bobsledding competition before he and his team had ever seen snow. Talk about determination. But that was 1993, and this is now.

Feel the rhythm. Feel the rhyme. Get on up, it's bobsled time!... which leads me to my next point.

2) Winter Olympics 2010. If I have learned anything in the past 4 days, it is my ability to not know a single thing about a single competitor in the entirety of the Winter Olympics, yet by the end of a race, yell and scream things like "get your head in the race, Freeman!" And by the time USA gets passed at the finish line of a cross-country skiing race, I find myself wondering why they didn't just try harder. Call me competitive... I call me patriotic.

In other news, I've always found men's figure skating slightly disturbing, but the entertainment outweighs my skepticism. And even though Evan Lysacek strikingly resembles Adrian Brody in The Village dressed up as Adam Lambert with hair gelled to a crisp, he is from the USofA, and therefore, I support him and his roller-coaster of emotions expressed after his routine. Plus, I'm not sure which is more disturbing.. men's figure skating or women's hockey. Toss up.

3) Lastly, I'll discuss the more literal meaning of "cool runnings." Many of you may know that my sister and I are running a half-marathon on March 7th. We have run amidst the piercing wind and snow of the Ozark Mountains for 3 months now, and we will finally receive our reward... A little gold medal of our own. And by little, I mean huge.

13.2 miles. 3,500 people. 2 Sawatskis. 2 medals. 0 intention of finishing in under 2 hours. you do the math.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Master... in Some Sense of the Word

I've recently decided to get my Masters of Arts and Teaching for Foreign Language. And by recently, I mean that I decided this 3 days into my last semester of college. One might think that it would be too late for one to enter a program that people have been preparing for since sophomore year of college.... But that's what you get for thinking, my friends. Don't you ever doubt my ability to procrastinate on life decisions and impulsively choose a career path during my last semester of college... don't you even dare.

So after deciding to get my Masters and battling with ISIS for hours on end, I was finally enrolled in all of the pre-MAT classes. Take that, ISIS! (implied jump-kick here). I am three (maybe four, who knows) weeks into my last semester of my undergraduate career and now have a vision of an actual career in sight. The career of a high school Spanish teacher.

And while I'm fairly certain that I'm not nearly quirky enough to be a high school Spanish teacher, I'm going to give it my best shot. Flowy skirts, head-wraps, and broken Spanglish are obviously necessities, but I'm certain that I will have to work on the general persona of weirdness that most Spanish teachers tend to possess. My dad once told me that "everybody is weird in their own way... But, Johanna, you are probably the weirdest."... And that comment gives me hope. Though I once protested about my absolute normality, I now embrace the harsh truth that my dad so graciously offered me.

But amid all the excitement, lately all this talk about getting my Masters has got me thinking. Mostly about the word "master". I'm not one to fool myself into thinking that after one year of educational training, I will finally become a master of the Spanish language. But after all is said and done, I will be given the title of a master in Spanish. (they don't call Spanish teachers "Maestras" for no reason). So will I be become a master? Technically, yes. In reality, ehh... it's whatever... I'll at least have the title.