So i had my first french class yesterday. It’s been a while since i was in any sort of “learning atmosphere”. The teacher was dressed in head to toe leather, But aren’t french teachers always sort of wacky in some way?
All we did was take a test. I don’t know if it was an entrance exam, or like an exam for the teacher to know what our level was, but it blew. I conjugated some verbs, picked out some articles, and wrote a fake letter about a fake french family. Memories of high school hurtled back into my psyche. Yuk. I made my french family highly dysfunctional, with the father harboring a secret fear that the children were not really his. All in the present tense bien sur.
School: i forgot whatta pain it was…
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Nil by Mouth is written by Neille Ilel. Neille is a writer, reporter and user interface specialist in Los Angeles. If you think that's a lot, she's also got a host of meandering sidelines including improv comedy, tennis, cooking, drawing and thinking about learning to play the guitar.
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