ho-hum

lots of things are vying to be said today.
they're warring their way through fingertips, trying to get enough attention to be typed.

alas, though, none of them will.

they're not exactly things worth blogging about.
who wants to hear about my finals? or my job? or my fears about moving out of where i've resided for three years?


i sure don't.
instead, let's listen to ray.

s'est passe

When you learn a foreign language, you [un]knowingly sign up for regular embarrassment. Because when you're learning a language, all pride goes out the door. You'll be speaking broken, mismatched, strangled words to someone who is fluent, and you'll just have to swallow that embarrassment and do it the next day.

That's been the epitome of my classroom experience since day one of French 101.

And it was no exception when I went up to my French teacher today during our final and asked about what exactly we were supposed to be writing about with our essay. Apparently I can't read French.

He read what I had written so far. Laughed. Told me, "I probably shouldn't tell you this..." and then explained what I was supposed to be writing.

I sat back down. Re-read the prompt. It clicked. (The phrase I got stuck on before was like one of those words on the tip of your tongue; I could almost taste the understanding, but not quite.)

I walked out of the final, glad to be finished and mortified that I didn't know what s'est passe meant.

Good thing I had a Cadbury Creme Egg waiting for me at home. And a text saying, "Im sure you rocked it cause lets be honest youre pretty awesome."







All in all;
good day.

words of comfort

“That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude.”

- Joseph B. Wirthlin

And the award for wasting time goes to...

Alas, the thing keeping me from the bliss of my Thanksgiving break is my Lit. test tomorrow (not to mention the three essays also looming over my head that are due the week I get back). Instead of studying like I should be, I'm sitting here...blogging. Story. Of. My. Life.

And now I shall go study.

But hey! To count my blessings, this time last year I was studying for a physics test, which was infinitely more difficult than the test I have to take tomorrow on drama. So, I guess I should be thanking my lucky stars that I'm learning about David Ives and Susan Glaspell instead of inertia and all that jazz.