On taking French class

For those of you not in the know, your blog mistress is on French language training for the next 10 months.

Mon-Fri (inclusive)
8:30 am – 4:30 pm

I’M SO EXCITED!!!! I purchased a new pencil case with TWO zippers, a bunch of pencils, two pens, four highlighters, two erasers, one white out and a pencil sharpener (the kind that has a holding cell for the shavings!). Oh, and a book to make mistakes in!!!! The pages are so crisp and clean and new. *sigh*

Then I became even more excited and purchased two more pens, with a thinner nib (so cool!), and an even larger book with unlined pages! Being a geek really does have it’s advantages.

To answer your question, the reality is that although it’s not as exciting as being ON CAMPUS, I am getting all Felicity over the situation. Only, no Speedie (just yet).

.A. I woke up this morning and found myself conjugating verbs.

.B. I have a crunch on one of my (taken) French instructors. He’s really tall and athletic. I’m sure I’m crunching on his personality and not body.

.C. Our class is tiny and consists of four individuals, including myself. That I like my classmates is something for which I’m grateful.

I am a relatively large a dumb ass because I say things like “Quand j’avais 16 ans, j’ai eu mon premier travaille. J’etait concierge a l’hotel. J’ai ‘greet’ nos partons and j’ai manger aux resto beaucoup pour que je puis dire a nos patrons les quelles sont beau.”

I was so proud that I’d told the class my first job was as a concierge at the hotel where I didn’t have to do anything but greet the clients and eat at different restaurants so that I could then tell the clients which ones were best. (It was such a sweet job; my dad was vice president of the hotel committee or something big-shotty like that.) Only, I quickly found out that what I’d said translates to: “When I was 16, I had my first work. I was the janitor at a hotel. I greeted my bosses and I ate at restaurants a lot so that I could tell to my bosses which ones were beautiful.”

.D. Because I’m forced to pay attention in class, I can no longer daydream. This is making me sad and a little anxious, since my life hinges on imagination. At times it’s left me feeling as though I’ve run out of oxygen, and so I’m doing my best to split my mind in two during class, finding it possible to learn and pay attention with one half while allowing my imagination full reign in the other half. I think it’s the only way out of the coffin that could potentially close around my imagination. (And if that happened, that would be the end of this blog.)