Sign

I love English, I also love Sign Language. Sometimes, being bilingual has its perks (like when I need to say something at someone but I don't want for them to understand what I am saying) and sometimes it is hard because I can come up with the word first in my second language and then maybe come up with it in my first language. Sometimes my coworkers hate that I sign to (at) them. Sometimes I love that I sign to (at) them. I was trying to explain something in a work meeting today and said, well, I could express it in sign. To which the reply was, "Well, if I signed that would be great." Tomorrow is a silent Thanksgiving dinner and I have been thinking that I want to go since 1. It sounds like so much fun and 2. I have not gone to any of the deaf events this semester. I got to talking to a friend of mine who is taking Sign 1 (I am in Sign 3) and she was saying that she wanted to go, but was in need of a buddy, and I mentioned that I wanted to go but was in need of a ride. Turns out, we can provide the needed support for each other. I am so excited. I have some friends from class that I can introduce her to, and there are some people that I associate with that are really easy to understand. It will be good to be able to communicate with the proficient and also be able to help my friend. I keep telling myself that one of these days I am going to attend the Deaf religious congregation here where I live as I have friends that attend church there.
Today in class, my teacher was assigning history lessons for us to teach. He had written several events on the board and we were to pick one (or add our own) and teach it on Monday. I added the Trail of Tears. I have a love/hate relationship with the Trail of Tears. I love to learn about it because it is my family history, and yet I hate it because of what happened. At any rate, one of the girls asked me if I wanted that one (ummm... I am the one that mentioned that particular event in history, right?) to which I said yes and we put my name up next to it. Then the teacher asked which one she wanted and she said that I took the one that she wanted and that she was not really interested in anything else (then why didn't she bring it up?). I said fine and picked the War of 1812, which I had previously contemplated anyway. The teacher erased my name and told her that it was all hers and then she changed her mind and went with something else. Leaving me to either keep the war or take my original topic back. By that point, we had been in class for two hours, and as much as I love sign, my eyes get tired and I just want a nap by that point. Needless to say, I am teaching the War of 1812 in Sinn Language on Monday.