He thinks I'm pretty good at translating. (Major boost of self-confidence!) My presentation was well done. (And I thought I'd completely made a fool of myself!) There's hardly anything to criticize about my term paper. (I had considered not handing it in at all because I thought I would fail anyway.) He enjoys listening to me reading Latin verses. (I thought having to read Latin aloud was the second-worst thing about studying this language!) He knows I'm working hard.
Okay, the last bit may not always be true, but if that's his perception of me, it means there's something I'm actually doing right.
When I turn up at his seminar on Thurdsay morning, unprepared, I never get to hear any reproaches. And that distinguishes him from a lot of lecturers I know.
He appreciates me attending the seminar. (It's not even mandatory for me!) Is there any better compliment?
He makes me translate on the spot if I'm not prepared to give a translation. It's so hard sometimes...
... but in a positive way. It's worth it. :)
And it's so lovely to leave college at noon (after the most boring lecture on literature ever) and take the tram (Don't we all love crowded trams?) to my former school. And after complaining for a bit, I realize how beautiful my life actually is. I get to spend one afternoon a week with a few of the most lovely girls I know.
When we were outside this afternoon, playing with a skipping rope, the principal walked by and told me how happy she was that there were so many girls taking part in this afternoon activity.
When I came home afterwards, I found my grandma chatting with my cousin who only visits us once or twice a year. We had quite a thought-provoking conversation, and she really inspired me to stand up for the things I believe in.
What a great day that was! :)
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