Yesterday was like blah.
I had a class called SVT which should be called ¨we are going to disect something everyday¨, and my lab partner is this super cool guy named Thomas, and he always helps me and shit. He was talking to me while the teacher was talking, and the teacher looks at him, and starts talking really fast french so I cant understand, and Thomas gives quick replies, and I only caught a few words here and there...and then Thomas starts talking to Val, and im like what the hell.. Thomas finally tells me that the teacher said if he helps me, he cant succeed. What kind of bullshit is that? Basically I started pouting, and giving dirty looks to the teacher, and sat there without bothering to pick up my pen, to not make an effort, and piss off the teacher. I know he knew I was mad, whenever he looked at me he made sure I wasnt looking, and when I was he quickly glanced away. But whatever, screw that dumbass prof..
The past week I have been working on this one assignment, litterally I worked on it for 5-6 hours, trying to understand two fables and write about it, and only managed to write less than a third of what everyone else wrote. But hey, I tried..thats what counts. I also managed to fail my history and math test...wee. And math is super easy, it pisses me off, I just couldnt read the damn problems. Its like straight up algebra over here. But school overall is pretty cool, I have hella friends, and today Emilien and this guy named Clément helped me read a childrens book.
Im actually getting better at french, today I actually noticed an improvement, it was kinda weird...just all of a sudden being able to blurt out answers to questions people ask me in french. I was like..huh, and cecile started laughing, and im like whats so funny? Shes like, my dad talks really fast, and you manage to understand, you've improved soo much. Its pretty awesome...
My mood is good good, I have little homework, but shit.. I still have to do it. Im looking forward to saturday night, supposedly theres this get together with a bunch of people, like..Emilien, Fabien, and other peeps at a church, and I get to eat free crêpes. mmmmmmm. But no chinese food. And tomorrow, if I have really good luck I will catch Fabien in Etriche, or Angers before he leaves. I have to take the train to school wednesdays, totally rocks.
If you read this and I havent replied to your email... im sorry. I have too many emails to reply to..haha, what a lame excuse.
¨Mucho Grande Taco Supreme Amour from El France-O. ¨
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sorry about your tests. im glad you're improving at french though, thats awesome. sounds like you're having a good time over there, kickass.
everything heres same old same old.
I think the teacher's thing was more along the lines of "stop flirting with her" and the french kid was like "gosh... okay..." and made-up something to you as to not embaress himself... Or he just really doesn't like you.
Have fun at la soree, or however the hell it's spelled.
~Colin with a vengance
P.S. Oh, and reply to my email anyways lazy bum.
Okay, thats not funny about the flirting thing. I only have that time to..talk with him. And he knows enough english...and I know enough french... so it works.
Sooo.. now I have nothing to look forward to when I go to school on Mondays till 5.. great.
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