Well that was good news…

I was in CDV (the school restaurant/bar/hangout/whatever) next door to my building getting my hair cut. The school has a lady come every Monday to cut people’s hair for 10 CHF (nice deal)…she’s also the wife of the International Relations - Contemporary World Issues teacher (he also is the BBA Director and teaches other BBA level classes).

Anyway I ran into him outside and he told me that he turned in our papers to Mr Small today…but Mr Small was sick so he told me my grade anyway…

A.

Woot!

He said he was very pleased with my work.

What a perfect way to start out the week. I’m rather happy now.

As I’ve learned to say…Good on ya!

I was told, over the weekend, that I walk like an American.

I spent a lot of time trying to think of what an American looks like when they walk. I watched a lot of people from different countries walk around. I tried to watch myself walk (which is really hard to do without shadows and mirrors).

My conclusion…

I’ve no freaking clue what an American walk is…nor a Chinese, Korean, Panamanian, Russian, German, whatever.

I’m starting to think that person was drunk.