count in fives.
Journal Entry: Tue Apr 15, 2008, 9:32 PM
- Mood:
Hopeless - Listening to: Neon Blonde, Kasabian, The Horrors
- Reading: Fresh Fruits
- Eating: Apple, Brie, Camambert.
- Drinking: Diet Coke
No, I don't know why, either.
Well, I love french cheese and french fashion. French music is cool, and french people are quite lovely. French class, on the other hand, is the stuff of nightmares. It comprises every scholastic activity that I really can't stand. Skits, group work, endless tedious writing and correcting, and limited ability for self expression seeing as you just really don't have the vocab or grammar needed to say what you really really want. At least, my french skills aren't good enough, and my ideas are too big.
Also, I feel like I'm not actually learning any of the fundamentals of the language. By now I suppose we should already know the basics, but I don't feel as though I was ever really taught them in the first place, so what the hell am I supposed to do?
At least it's only up hill from here. I hope. But then, what's so great about uphill? It takes way more energy, that's for sure.
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