There is SO much I would like to talk about...
but a random update on life in general will just have to do...for now.
First of all, the rain and cool temperatures evoke the coming Fall season. There are a few leaves already falling and I noticed this morning the beginning evolution of inevitable change in color from green, to golden, to red and finally crunchy brown. There are days when I look outside and completely understand an artists' inclination to capture the awesomeness of nature.
The semester is moving along, as all semesters tend to do. The dusty corner in my brain where French was stacked away with the Japanese I learned in first grade, the Baby Sitter's Club books I read in 5th grade and how to make the coolest friendship bracelets out of Mom's embroidery thread is finally seeing a little daylight. A good, thorough cleaning needs to occur in that secluded place, but let's be honest, I'm reaching in for the French and trying hard not to remember the plot lines from the Baby Sitter's Club (which, now, consequently is all I can seem to think about). I've had two people recommend David Sedaris' book, Me Talk Pretty One Day and because of the fanfare, I ordered it along with my current Art History textbook from Amazon. I immediately flipped to the chapter these friends suggested I read and I have to say, the connection I made with Mr. Sedaris and his personal Learn to Speak French experience was close and comforting. So much so I am making a copy of it for Monsieur Williams to read at his leisure - with a note, of course, clarifying that I in NO way consider him a mean, hateful French woman.
One small glimmer of hope showed up in the way of my first French composition which was due last week. I received my graded copy last night and immediately turned to see the grade. It was an 80%, but there was a note attached, en français, of course. Basically my professor said I write very well and did a good job - the best in the class as a matter of fact. The great news is I can make the suggested corrections, turn in those corrections and receive an 'A'. My teacher commended me on my composition and added, however, that I need to speak more in French, I must pratique, pratique, pratique! It's a confidence issue, I'm certain, but something I have to overcome by the end of the semester before the dreaded examen oral.
I'm finding it hard to think about anything other than French right now, let alone Art History and early 19th century American literature...oh, and cancer. Such an odd dichotomy, my life.
First of all, the rain and cool temperatures evoke the coming Fall season. There are a few leaves already falling and I noticed this morning the beginning evolution of inevitable change in color from green, to golden, to red and finally crunchy brown. There are days when I look outside and completely understand an artists' inclination to capture the awesomeness of nature.
The semester is moving along, as all semesters tend to do. The dusty corner in my brain where French was stacked away with the Japanese I learned in first grade, the Baby Sitter's Club books I read in 5th grade and how to make the coolest friendship bracelets out of Mom's embroidery thread is finally seeing a little daylight. A good, thorough cleaning needs to occur in that secluded place, but let's be honest, I'm reaching in for the French and trying hard not to remember the plot lines from the Baby Sitter's Club (which, now, consequently is all I can seem to think about). I've had two people recommend David Sedaris' book, Me Talk Pretty One Day and because of the fanfare, I ordered it along with my current Art History textbook from Amazon. I immediately flipped to the chapter these friends suggested I read and I have to say, the connection I made with Mr. Sedaris and his personal Learn to Speak French experience was close and comforting. So much so I am making a copy of it for Monsieur Williams to read at his leisure - with a note, of course, clarifying that I in NO way consider him a mean, hateful French woman.
One small glimmer of hope showed up in the way of my first French composition which was due last week. I received my graded copy last night and immediately turned to see the grade. It was an 80%, but there was a note attached, en français, of course. Basically my professor said I write very well and did a good job - the best in the class as a matter of fact. The great news is I can make the suggested corrections, turn in those corrections and receive an 'A'. My teacher commended me on my composition and added, however, that I need to speak more in French, I must pratique, pratique, pratique! It's a confidence issue, I'm certain, but something I have to overcome by the end of the semester before the dreaded examen oral.
I'm finding it hard to think about anything other than French right now, let alone Art History and early 19th century American literature...oh, and cancer. Such an odd dichotomy, my life.
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