It was this day exactly THREE months ago that I was packing an overnight bag to take with me to Cádiz for the DELE exam. I had plowed through two practice books and nearly 250€ to prep myself.
Today I’m finally sitting staring at the results. I swear I dreamed about it last night, so I’m taking it as a premonition that it was bound to come out soon.
And come out they did: I am currently updating my resumé to say I have a a NIVEL ALTO de Español, certified at level C1 under the Marco Común Europeo por el Instituto Cervantes. Toma. Ya.
You could say I did it por los pelos: I scored pretty high on the comprehensión lectura and éficaz de escritura (I swear, this was like my ACT scores!!) and barely passed the listening and speaking part, to my surprise – like the math reasoning and science parts of my ACTs 10 years ago.
And this, my friends, would be what the refrán world calls PAN COMIDO (ugh, you can tell I’m on a diet…thinking of bread…because my flamenco dress doesn’t fit…this is a cruel, cruel world). But, hey! I am now officially an espaneesh espeeaker.