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Holy holy of all that is holy (Saint saint de tout qui est saint)
I SURVIVED!!!
Survived what? you may ask. And yes you would be correct in thinking it was something beastly, frightening, fanged, and involved excessive use of that gutteral noise.
MY FRENCH FINAL
This is has been a most adventurous semester in terms of scholastic leaps. I have been enrolled in French 321, Advanced Grammar from the fearsome head of the department herself: Madame Chantall P. Thompson. Unless you are a close family relative that name should strike fear into the very center of your American soul. She is an amazing woman, in the old-school sense of the word. Powerful, frightening, throws lightening bolts. And we all want to be her, but can't make it past her laser-eyed look of complete comprehension.
Let me make this clear to you: I HAVE BEEN TO NO PLACE THAT SPEAKS FRENCH, unlike the vast majority of my class. So I have lagged, struggled, and doggie-paddled my way to the end of this semester. But I have made it out alive! Missing a limb or two, but ALIVE!
We had 90 multiple choice questions, involving nearly all possible tenses "Ah, non, my dear, that would be the futur anterieur, NOT the conditional past." And then we had to write 75 lines in full-blown French. For one of the sections we were supposed to describe a happy moment in the past. So I talked about a tea party I had with my hedgehog (naturally). But I finished describing the majority of the action and still had 13 lines to go. So this tea party slowly got more and more adventurous. My hedgehog went on a rampage (which directly translated from French comes out sounding like "she rose up in large acts of destruction"). Hot chocolate was thrown everywhere. Tea cups were flying. The dolls were screaming! I think I should get points for creativity because I can almost guarantee that no one else had such an exciting tea party in their childhood's, much less with a hedgehog.
DOOOOD
