Needing a Boost of Confidence . . . (and Not the Alcohol Type)

Some Better Spanish Wouldn't Hurt Either

   I walk around the concrete quad in my university, and I want sooo badly to talk to some people. However, I lack confidence in my Spanish - and for good reason. Finding a patient Spanish person to speak to is a crap shoot. Sometimes, people are nice and speak clearly, like a guy I talked to today, asking about the formation of a congregation of people outside the building. Other times, we foreigners get the Mean Girls treatment, with the how-dare-you-think-you-can-just-talk-to-us attitude. I got such an attitude (not to that extent, but I certainly wouldn't call them patient with me) on the train this morning when I tried to make conversation with some students who were obviously from my university. I think they were freshmen. Maybe that was the problem. *claps hands together and makes "hang-ten" gestures with hands* Stupid Freshmen! (Anyone not familiar with HP the Musical, please, don't hurt yourselves trying to figure that reference out.)
   I have an intercambio (conversation partner), but currently, she, Angela, is M.I.A. I emailed her and haven't heard back. I'm gonna wait a bit longer before I resort to Morse code, smoke signals, or flares.
   However, I want to talk to more people on my own, too. Not at a bar or anything. Just to make a friend here.
I've got a little fire in my belly. Maybe it's all the folklore of St. Jordi and dragons or the rebellious and stubborn attitude of the Catalonians that's got me like this. But, whatever it is, gosh darn it, I will talk to them eventually!

   i am . . . determined. That's the Catalan spirit, no?