Still Blogging, not still in school…well, mostly.

HEy hey hey. So someone is done with school for the year…It’s me. I don’t have class anymore at SPU, but I have class in West Seattle. I’ll expand a bit.

So, anyhow I was up until 2AM last night. My staff hung out for the last time as an official staff. We watched the movie ”Stardust”. It was good. Then I took all my keys back to Safety and Security. I don’t have keys anymore. Except the ones for my house. No more SPU keys. Maybe no more ever. Strange. After the movie I went to bed. Then I woke up.

At 6AM my alarm went off. I got up from Ben Troop’s couch (a great place to nap and/or sleep indefinately). and showered and cleaned my bathroom. After that I did my final check out with JJ Kissinger. A bittersweet moment. We went through and we made sure my fines were alright. They were. Suckas got fined. Some didn’t. Anyway. Then I was given a ride to West Seattle where I started my first day of Medical Interpreter Training. Kudos to Josh Anway.

Being trained as a medical interpreter takes 40 hours of class. Apparently Washington state was the only state in the 90’s that was at all concerned with developing a standard level for their interpreters. So they made this program called “Bridging the Gap”. It’s still pretty much the only one. Hospitals want to work with you when you do this program. I thought it might be lame or boring or really hard. It’s none of those things, but it’s good.

Medical interpreters are pretty fun people. Our class has fun. We talk about ethical issues. We make jokes. I did a simulation as the interpreter for a mom with a kid with ADHD. I did pretty well except that I lost a word, got too caught up trying to figure out what it was and lost the whole sentence. At that point I didn’t ask what I’d missed and kept pushing on. FYI. Don’t do that. Ask questions. Anyhow, it ended with me making it sound to the “doctor” as though the mom was saying that all ethnic children needed medicine for ADHD…but that was what the fictional teacher was supposed to be saying. Sigh. It was a learning experience. We all laughed. It was good that people didn’t take it too seriously. Tangent: There’s this guy who works for the UN there. He speaks 5 languages. He’s cool. Back on track.

Class ended early and on my way out this woman from Guatemala told me “You’re pretty good, you’re almost as good as some of the native speakers up there.” That was a huge compliment. I was excited to hear that. It makes me less nervous to try and interpret. There’s a lot involved. I hope I can be up to snuff eventually.

Well, that’s really about it. My friend Jess Bosarge is driving 11 hours tomorrow to get to San Francisco. I bet it’s sunny there. It’s sunny here too.

Not much left to say. I may blog again soon.