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Oct. 29th, 2009 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ginny_tSo far, I'm feeling a little better today. However, yesterday started out feeling better and went to whineville when it was time to leave Ginlandia. That time approaches.
French class last night. I know the instructor was trying to be encouraging when he said he didn't understand why I signed up for the lower-level test instead of the upper. I know that, but wow my brain had a field day with it. I grabbed brain by the scruff of the neck, shook it a bit, and told it that was why we were writing the lower-level test. Brain is sulking in a corner.
I think I should have a month of French. Alas, brain pipes up from the corner and says I should call it « lunacie française ». I sign brain up for the remedial anti-ablism talk. (Also, « lunacie » is an anglicism. Good work, brain, succumbing to the very pitfall we're working to avoid.) Alors, folie française?
Are y'all sick of me going on about whining and French yet?
French class last night. I know the instructor was trying to be encouraging when he said he didn't understand why I signed up for the lower-level test instead of the upper. I know that, but wow my brain had a field day with it. I grabbed brain by the scruff of the neck, shook it a bit, and told it that was why we were writing the lower-level test. Brain is sulking in a corner.
I think I should have a month of French. Alas, brain pipes up from the corner and says I should call it « lunacie française ». I sign brain up for the remedial anti-ablism talk. (Also, « lunacie » is an anglicism. Good work, brain, succumbing to the very pitfall we're working to avoid.) Alors, folie française?
Are y'all sick of me going on about whining and French yet?