November 8th, 2010

Daryna Shevchenko CUPP 2011 APPLICANT

Daryna Shevchenko CUPP 2011 APPLICANT

November 8, 2010
Daryna Shevchenko

Querido Diario

Dear Diary,

I’d like to share with you my anxiety about the Day X, which is approaching. To be precise these are two days actually – the 19th and the 20th of November. On that dates I’ll take my exam in Spanish as a Foreign Language, called DELE (an equivalent to TOEFL exam in English or DELF/DALF in French). It may sound ridiculous, especially taking into consideration my vast experience in sitting for exams, but I feel unusually nervous. The reason for such state of mind can be a lack of language practice, because normally I do not use Spanish as much as I use English. Besides, a huge gap in studying Spanish (I quit learning it as soon as I entered university) resulted in lack of self-confidence when talking to native speakers, which I experienced to the full during my trip to Spain in summer. So my decision was to practice Castilian as much as I could. My role model was a famous football trainer Jose Mourinho, who studied Italian 5 hours each day during a couple of months just in order to be able to communicate with press and football fans. And I bet Mr Mourinho is far busier person than I am!

During 2 months of thorough preparation I watched a dozen of films of Pedro Almodóvar, read a couple of Spanish books in the original, which under other circumstances I would have never dared to read. By the way, one of them, called “My last breath”, an autobiography belonging to the scandalous Spanish director of the XX century – Luis Buñuel – was a real discovery for me. I would highly recommend it to everyone who is interested in surrealism and its conception.

All in all I ended up having dreams where all conversations were held in Spanish. Dear Diary, I may seem to you a little bit obsessed, but this is how it usually goes when I am truly interested in what I do.

Thank you, my silent friend, for listening carefully and not interrupting the flow of words. I only hope my confessions didn’t wear you out…and if they did, I bet next entry will be much more entertaining!

Very truly yours,