So here I am. I thought I’d give you the heads-up on my French progresses, that apparently are pretty remarkable (at least according to my course organiser, but then again, she has never heard me speaking my Frenglish, so I don’t think that counts. But I’m just going to pretend it does, for my own mental health and the sanity of everyone around me, including your lovely selves). On the bright side, my marks are quite wonderful at the moment, which I’m sure is determined by my superior French skills and not at all affected by the idiot-proof structure of the tests. Well, whatever the reason, one less thing to worry about. Though if I was taking this class to actually try and learn anything even remotely useful to me in the not too likely but still very possible chance I got stranded on a desert island, completely alone except for the dramatically dangerous presence of a francophone cannibal who pleaded to spare my life only if I could recite to him the entire Divine Comedy in French, well–then I’d have to revise my strategies I guess. Because right now, I’d be fucked. And that would be one full and happy cannibal. Lucky guy.
Anyhow, I am still getting something good from this course (though not properly what I was expecting): I met some really charming, loveable people (and I mean this. Who else would have accepted my crappy baking and tasted it without pulling a face? Plus, they were kind enough to lie and say it was good. Jee, people in this country are so friendly!). We hang out before and after classe, complain about the amount to work we have, and generally bitch around. How pleasing! I mean, I know I always have my adorable best best friends (N, if you are reading this, I haven’t forgotten about you. I’ll see you again soon. Know that I love you even if you probably don’t remember my face anymore. Next time we meet, I’ll be the one carrying a red rose, with the pathetic sad expression in he eyes and weighing about 5000 kilos for having eaten 700 homemade chocolate chip cookies. If you aren’t reading this.. HOW DARE YOU? ADIOS!), but it’s nice to have people taking your same classes, people you can discuss lecturers with and that can give you a hand when things go wrong. And trust me, at some point, they will go wrong.
Everything else is just fine. Lectures are boring, work is way too much for a single human being to deal with, deadlines are too close to one another, students are having a nervous breakdown. Everything seems to be going exactly the way it should be. So this would be the point in which I showed you just how great an improvement I have made. Yes, well.. Sorry to disappoint you. See truth is, I had a small piece about family I wrote for one of my assignments, and I was going to post it here. This before I was struck by the lightening bolt of caution (yes, incredible but that actually happens every now and then. Only never when I’m trying to throw my love life to waste. Bastard). I am not sure if that kind of stuff is checked for plagiarism but what a sad sad joke would that be if I got busted for having published my own paper? So you’re going to have to wait a little bit longer, I’m afraid. I’m betting you’re really disappointed. Bummer, I know. But what can you do? I guess all those psychological games about plagiarism lecturers keep play finally got stuck into my head. Well down university staff. One more terrified writer in the world tonight.
Is any of you fascinating people studying French? How are you finding it? Can you speak any other language?