I met with my students in anticipation of our first clinical day tomorrow. There is a whole bunch of paperwork associated with clinical orientation that all has to be done, not to mention a medical math test. I passes out their parking passes and instructed them to be there no later than 06:45. I will be there at 06:15, which means I have to get up at 05:00 tomorrow. Ugh.
After class, I headed home for my phone conference with my doctoral advisor. We agreed on the plan for the coming semester, and discussed some details of my project. One thing I learned from my initial session of my Hmong class was that probably most of the people I am teaching won't understand written Hmong. We talked about the implications of this, which is significant. It doesn't necessarily make it more difficult, though.
After my conference I did my Hmong homework, There are 96 possible vowel intonations in the Hmong language. It's interesting, but somewhat incomprehensible. I did my best.
I went to class and realized I am the outlier. I am the only person in the class that doesn't speak Hmong, which puts me at a distinct disadvantage. I will have to talk to the instructor to see if I should continue. I don't need the grade or the units, so it is really a matter of whether I will get completely lost or not. Ideally, I would like to just hang out with the class and learn what I can.
Something other than school:
I was walking at school today and found a lovely hibiscus plant.