March 25th 2022 (Session 2)

 

As duas semanas antes - The two weeks before

 

“Sometimes I found him” ( Careful with verb tense) -> sometimes I find him.

 

Words for but

-        buttock

-       backside

-       bottom

-       behind

-       seat

-       rump

-       rear

-       rear end

-       cheeks

-       hindquarters

-       haunches

-       derrière

-       booty (also bootie) [slang]

-       fanny

-       tush [slang] tushy

-       keister (also keester) [slang]

-       heinie [slang]

 

alho-porro, alho-poró, alho francês = leek

 

courgette, abobrinha = zucchini, courgette (uk)

 

ler por alto = to skim (verb)  → synonyms : flip, leaf, riffle, thumb

 

skim milk -> milk from which the cream has been taken

 

 

Homework

 

Who’s Carol?

 

Everyone says that you’re the main character of your life, but I don’t think I’m the main character of my own life. So, you may ask, then who is it? Honestly, I don’t know either, but I’m sure that person it’s not me. Then, if you come up with the question “Who’s Carol?” I won’t know how to answer it. I feel like my life throughout the years is turning more into a fog, like it’s something unclear and a place that nobody wants to be in. I think I have had this feeling since I was a kid because I kind of created a mechanism inside my head that I create fake scenarios so I can feel a bit of joy for living. I’ve been doing this since I was little and until today I do that and admitting this makes me feel ashamed. I create scenarios where I’m a better version of myself, I have a different personality and I have friends that truly comprehend and love me. A place where I had made different decisions from my past, I enjoy working and having my responsibilities like it isn’t a burden and I can still feel pleasant when I have free time to appreciate what the world has to give.

I don’t want to be ungrateful to those who are my friends, they’re good people, but seriously I’m really doubting some of my friendships nowadays. I don’t think they’re adding up a lot in my life and I don’t think they’re curious about me, to know the true me. There are a lot of things I love to do or to receive and they don’t care, they don’t pay attention. Sometimes I see a reference of something I like to tell my friends to see if they know about it (because it is very clear to me my adoration for that) and they just say that thing it’s nothing like me, it doesn’t suit me and honestly, it shatters me a bit on the inside. This kind of situation happened once when I told my friends some of my ideas of what I wanted to do in the future and one of the ideas was dancing. I love dancing from the bottom of my heart, and they made me feel miserable when they told me that didn’t suit me and that wasn’t even an option, maybe I don’t show that side of myself too much, but they didn’t have the right to talk to me like that. If they didn’t know about that information of me, they should ask me why I have interest in that or ask me more about that topic. The last thing that I wanted was to them crash my heart like they did.

I also love writing, even though I have a really hard time trying to organize my ideas, especially letters. I’m a really sensitive and shy person so writing makes it easier to expose my feelings and thoughts. On birthdays I love to write letters to give as a present because I think it’s a good way to show your true feelings for that person and your heart. More than writing letters I love receiving them, for me that it’s a wonderful form to show that you like me because you do things that you normally don’t do for the ones that you love. My friends don’t make letters to me, not surprised, but I hope one day I will meet people who love and accept me just the way I’m and obviously add things to my life.

I may not have asked the main question that resulted in this whole text, but I will leave this to my future me. When that happens, I hope, I have a healthy relationship with myself, and I'm surrounded by people that are genuinely good to me.