Oui.(ne pas bien.)
besides the somewhat exciting thought of one day knowing french- which looking back was a goal i made myself in 1994- is another almost equally exciting fact that you can enter the seats from either the left or right- egad brilliant!
otherwise the usual struggles surface. i positively zone out by the 2nd hour. which is why most language classes are everyday for only an hour. i have momentary panic that i will be unable to understand what he's saying, but i find myself reaching for clarity better then when i was young and possibly much too hostile and preoccupied. and this time i really am intrigued, having waited and wanted so long. the usual, what ifs, still hover. and i find the professors still inaccessible. they might as well be on television. though i was brave enough to ask a question once and had to break the news that i'd be missing the entirity of next week. only to be met with the usual frustration of teachers who find absences as the bain of their existence. well i guess we'll have to give you a make-up exam. n'est pas. oui. i'm sorry i really wouldn'tve if i'd... c'est la vie.... after the clammy guilt had coated my fibrous being i sat down and tried to strip it off. bcs all through college, strategic absences excepted, i never missed class if the teacher cared if i was there. i felt i was inevitably betraying our unspoken symbiotic relationship if i missed even though i viewed them as behind 6ft of protective glass... but the beach, no can-not-be-missed.
i don't really have an out here. except that if i were writing an aunt and uncle who weren't my own and in an entirely different age and set of circumstances i'd say:
Dear A/U....
I am simply LOVING french! i can-not! wait to go to whereever it is french people speak french. Like OMG- africa, paris (of course?!!), montreal, belgium, the WHOLE of france!... *sigh*. thank you so much for the round-trip ticket. you ARE the best. and most like supportive awesome people in the world! je vous intelligiante, sup'air, bestest greatest in the whole solar system.
bontoit.
au revoir!
a demain.
5 comments:
I only remember once purposely skipping class. The university had an umbrella attendance policy, I think.
Although I did miss a whole week and finals for surgery. I think I'd have rather been in class. (Getting out of my intro drama final was a bonus for my stage-fright self though.)
i remember "saving up" to skip class, like you knew you got so many per semester before it affected your grade, and you didn't want to waste them all at once? usually i cashed in on a pms day.
I'm lost. Did your aunt and uncle buy you a ticket to france? If so, have fun.
I think you should ask that guy out in the first row. Dude's that where their hats backwards are way cool!!! And usually hung.
wear, not where
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