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| Today I was released from rehab for my knee. 4 1/2 months - success. It's funny that I haven't written once since I had my surgery. I intended to keep a good journal of my progress (which I often intend to do), but I failed to do so (which I also often do). Let it suffice to say that rehabilitation from an injury is a great metaphor for life. One step at a time with a goal in mind, and success will follow - we learn about ourselves along the way. I'm looking forward to sports.
My roommates are tha illest. I'll miss Swan when he's in LA. However, Little Mike will be fun to have around, and it will be even bettern when we're not in the thick of the fraternity thing.
Friends in Clinton never fail to remind me why I love coming back here.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody. | | |
| Two days until I go under the knife. Here's the plan...
I have torn my Anterior Cruchet Ligament in half. Repair
(sutering together) of this ligament is not an effective means to fix
the problem. Thus, a makeshift ACL is made out of another tendon
in your body. Dr. Kuhn has decided that he will be taking a small
section of my patella, the attaching ligament, and a small section of
my lower leg bone. The surgury is divided into two basic parts -
1. graft the new ligament 2. replace the torn ACL with the new one.
Sin embargo, viene hoy mi madre a las cinco. Ella quedará conmigo
hasta martes para llevarme a mi primera cita de rehabilitación.
Me alegro.
Todavía sigo en contacto con mi profesora de la Universidad de Santiago
de Compostela. Aquí estudié durante mis tiempo en España.
Es la profesora más amable de las fantasticas de la
universidad. Ella me gusta mucho. Ya echo de menos España y
mis amigos allá - Bruno, Yusuki (de Japón), Sonia, Pilar, Ana y
todos los otros. Me gustaría mucho regresar.
haz clic aquí
www.freetranslation.com
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| Nine hour flight. Cancelled connection (aircraft collision with cargo
truck). Five hour wait. Standby denied. Stay in the
hotel room. Three hours sleep (1:30-4:30). Flight to
Atlanta. Arrival in Nashville.
The first line of the last post was a lie. It should have read:
1. I'll be staring at the wall in the Miami airport at 6:08pm on Friday
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2. I'll wear the same clothes for three straight days.
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3. I'll be back in Nashville at 10:30am on Saturday.
A mi me da igual. It was an adventure, and Miami is a cool place
to be. Cubanos y Puertoricences. And now I'm back in
Nashville. My room is still in boxes and my floor is covered by
luggage, clothes and books. It's strange here. Grided
streets and my native language. Roles and responsabilities.
Welcome home.
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| I'll be in Nashville at 6:08 pm on Friday.
I've been saying goodbye to people for two days already. So sad. We had a great dinner on Monday night with all of the profesoras. They are absolutely fantastic people - couldn't have asked for better.
I suppose I'm excited to be back in Nasvhille, but it also means that I have to continue on with life. I might even have to think about things more than a day in advance. Not cool. Maybe the parents will let me forego the whole job things and I can travel around the country seeing my friends.
Nicholas Tazique Tour, Summer 2005, coming to a city near you. Possibly your exact city. But more than likely no cities at all. | | |
| David, Abby, Lucy and I spent the weekend in A Coruña, a beach town to the north of Santiago. Good times. We got the room for two to save money, and Abby and I ended up having to hide in the closet when someone from the hotel came to the door. We also had to leave in pairs, and the other two had to steal us breakfast in the morning.
One week until we leave. The test I take Monday will determine my grade for 6 credit hours. Heavy.
The Socialists lost the election. | | |
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