For the past two days, I have been preparing for a French Oral which I've known would go horrendously. As always, my expectations were correct. I managed to talk as though I was in m y first year of French, even though this is my sixth, and totter on my ruffled pumps like an second grader waiting to go to the bathroom. Of course, none of my friends would admit that it was an absolute disaster.
"It was good!" Kieu said. "It seemed like you knew what you were talking about."
Lies, all lies.
I remember when I used to love French, the feel of the syllables rolling off of my tongue, the sound of it in a conversation, the culture of France and most importantly, the fashion. I always wanted to visit France but after having Mme Dimova, I feel like dying in the Arctic rather than visiting that country.
To cheer myself up and raise my already misery drenched holidays spirits, I'm reminding myself why I love France, at least the country and not the language.
1. The Eiffel Tower
2. Brie Cheese, yummy on little toasted crackers...well pretty much yummy on anything
3. Chanel
And thats about it.
On the brighter side, I am going to see the Nutcracker the 23rd with good ole mumsie. At least by then, french will be over.
