Torture/Fun

I didn't think it could get much worse. Today (Thursday) we had a horrible lesson with the best teacher possible but it was still horrible. It was horrible because there was a horrible amount of information we had to learn all at once, including a new pronoun, with all its endings; a new verb type, which I kept getting confused with others that I thought I had learned but apparently hadn't; and possessive endings, of which there are about 40. Of course everything follows a pattern, mostly patterns we have learned before, but it all flew over my head in one mass of mangled bird. After class I heard one guy say, "That was torture!" and I wholeheartedly agreed. During class one girl, who is really sharp, would occasionally groan or say "Oh no!" under her breath, but after class she said, "That was fun!" I won't call it fun unless I see a passing grade on the final exam. Maybe not then, either. If I get an 88 or better I will look back and say, "That was...not exactly fun, but hurray, it's over!" And I will imagine myself crossing the finish line and everybody will be cheering and maybe I'll even go out for ice-cream!
The fun part is getting out of the house and being in the real world with real people. Home gets really old after awhile. The things that make it enjoyable are odd things to enjoy. Like a certain man who comes home and yells in Russian. Russian is a beautiful language when spoken slowly, and a little strange when spoken very fast. Spoken loudly in anger it is rather funny. It is fun to see a Texas-sized cockroach. It is fun to hang out clothes and see a fat tortoise-shell cat blinking at me from down below. It is fun to get the dishes done in 10 minutes instead of half an hour. It will be fun to wash clothes for a while with one teaspoon of detergent for every load--there is so much soap build-up in the machine and in all our clothes. It is fun to put the green sheets on the bed because they're so much better quality than the blue ones. It is fun to look in the cupboards and see that most of our food is healthy food, as long as I pretend not to notice the Nutella.