My teacher...
Since Sophiá and I can no longer stop speaking during class (it began innocently enough, but now it is talk talk and smothered laughter since I never have time to gossip over coffee because of my work).
Today we agreed on one thing: Our teacher is extremly rude to those who get their answers wrong. I like him, he is a good teacher (not as good as Siv, my french teacher in highschool but still). I have caught myself several times in class wishing and hoping that he will not pick me to answer his stupid questions. Fortunately he hardly ever does, knock on wood! When I was confused the other day he totally made fun of me; he was like: well the verb you chose is wrong, and even if it would have been right it wouldn't be pronounced that way, and it is also the wrong form.... but other then that it was perfect!! Then silence.... I gave him the: Don't mess with me - look.
I will jump up to Niveau Superieur at the Sorbonne next semester if I pass the final exam. I hope that I will, otherwise my brilliant plan wouln't be so brilliant anymore. It seems easier then Niveau Avancé, like all they seem to do is taking turns to stand in front of the black board playing teacher... I could do that.. :)
I love that Carro is coming to Paris soon to visit! I miss her like crazy and I hope that she bought her ticket today so can give me the exact date of her arrival. wow, it is going to be cool having her in Paris again! :)
Carro + Nic + Paris = O'Sullivans, Barbès, Goût d'Or, Sacré Coeur, Reppan, Boulevard de Clichy, Grands Boulevards, wine, tacos, R&B,M&Ms, dancing, nightly walks along the Seine, messing with men, breaking hearts, mental breakdowns, Soulja boy dance, giving out false phonenumbers, getting weird phonecalls from unknown women, crêpe, pik nik, Parc de la Vilette men with great teeth, cooling off our feet in the river, sweating in the metro.
Carro and me before one of many great nights in Paris!
Today we agreed on one thing: Our teacher is extremly rude to those who get their answers wrong. I like him, he is a good teacher (not as good as Siv, my french teacher in highschool but still). I have caught myself several times in class wishing and hoping that he will not pick me to answer his stupid questions. Fortunately he hardly ever does, knock on wood! When I was confused the other day he totally made fun of me; he was like: well the verb you chose is wrong, and even if it would have been right it wouldn't be pronounced that way, and it is also the wrong form.... but other then that it was perfect!! Then silence.... I gave him the: Don't mess with me - look.
I will jump up to Niveau Superieur at the Sorbonne next semester if I pass the final exam. I hope that I will, otherwise my brilliant plan wouln't be so brilliant anymore. It seems easier then Niveau Avancé, like all they seem to do is taking turns to stand in front of the black board playing teacher... I could do that.. :)
I love that Carro is coming to Paris soon to visit! I miss her like crazy and I hope that she bought her ticket today so can give me the exact date of her arrival. wow, it is going to be cool having her in Paris again! :)
Carro + Nic + Paris = O'Sullivans, Barbès, Goût d'Or, Sacré Coeur, Reppan, Boulevard de Clichy, Grands Boulevards, wine, tacos, R&B,M&Ms, dancing, nightly walks along the Seine, messing with men, breaking hearts, mental breakdowns, Soulja boy dance, giving out false phonenumbers, getting weird phonecalls from unknown women, crêpe, pik nik, Parc de la Vilette men with great teeth, cooling off our feet in the river, sweating in the metro.
Carro and me before one of many great nights in Paris!
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