I Want To Believe...

I want to believe I'm studying adequetely enough for finals, but higher academics can have some side effects on one's psyche.

I went to a deaf party tonight at a museum that's currently hosting the History Through Deaf Eyes exhibit. I ran into a friend of a friend and introduced my mom to my ASL instructors. Between this outing and the ASL Club meetings this semester, I want to believe I'm getting enough exposure with deaf culture, but I'm not sure if my ASL skills are developing fast enough.

For the last three years when I was in high school, I took Spanish. I picked up and can still recall odds and ends, but if someone were to come up to me and engage in full-blown espanol, I'd need a few repeats. My receptive skills from those years of Spanish aren't as polished as they should be and the same holds true for ASL. Granted, I've had only one college-level semester so far, but this is a language I really want to learn, in contrast to the "popular" western-based dialects they force you to learn in grade school.

I want to believe lots of things, but for now I have to go with what's conceivable in my mind.