F218 is the room number. It is the first time in over a year that I have tried to restart my education. Needless to say, this language credit has definitely been an issue. I started with Russian at PCC in 1990, then attempted French at SDSU, then attempted German I at Grossmont, got a C in that class, then tried German II and was just outclassed. Tried Tagalog at Miramar and just did not have it in me. So I have resigned to the fact that American Sign Language is my last hope.
I am determined and interested at the same time, which is a good thing. I have always wanted to learn sign language and I can also teach it to Molly who has shown some interest as well, so it can be reinforced.
The first time I really wanted to learn was at the post office in Jacksonville when this fiery red haired man walked in and nobody could communicate with him. It was really sad and he was getting frustrated. He had to write everything out on a sheet of paper and the postmaster responded on the same sheet. I felt bad for him.
I have always been interested in deaf studies. This should be an experience to say the least.
There is a woman sitting next to me with a flesh colored band-aid on her upper lip. I thought at first her face was jacked up. Everyone in the room looks miserable, this may be the last chance for many of them to get their language degree out of the way as well.
Class went well, the chick with the bandaid turns out was the interpretor. The teacher is deaf and mute but communicates in sign language. The big bomb of the night came t the end of class when the teacher explained that the interpretor was only there for today.
Class on Wednesday is going to be interesting to say the least….