less is more

so i've survived all my exams except the last one which is on friday. so far i've learned that i've done quite poorly, but because of good grades on written homeworks i've previously turned in, looks like i might make it after all (knock on wood.) just took my syntax exam today, probably one of my most difficult. but thanks to that handy english class which is grouped in the same grading scale as syntax, the 18 out of 20 that i got (everyone hates the american) compensates for my syntax grade. :) so in theory, i could get like a 3 and still pass without having to retake the exam. there are some pros to the french uni after all.

i've titled this entry "less is more" because this is my new motto. okay, that is a lie. this has always been my motto, but i would like to explain my motto to every french student en lettres modernes. just like last time, here i am, page number 3, and the chick next to me is going at it with her colored pens, rulers, white out and fifteen pages. i used to get all intimidated bc i think they are so smart for being able to write so much, but i've recently decided that i have just not learned how to bullshit yet in french. and that that's all they do-bullshit. space filler. honestly people, less is more, less is more.

in other news, tonight is the fête de la musique- this huge city wide music festival with groups playing all around the town. i have my last test on friday, but as we are in the center of town and it is completely worthless to try to study with all the noise, i permitted myself to go out a bit. right below where i live is the salsa music and so i got to dance some as well. good times.

my bed is a very evil place

so.
that final i had to study for.
i studied for it.
i made lots of cheat sheets.
i stayed up till 2 the night before pouring over Diderot this, Diderot that.
and then i slept till 9 the next morning, probably as a result of my fatigue.
too bad my test was at 8h30.
i was allowed to take my four hour exam in three hours.
i didn't finish- could it have been the time restraint, or perhaps what looked and sounded like a PROTEST that was going on right outside my window?
i guess i'll never know.
september ratrappage, here i come.

my bed is a happy place

so i start finals tomarrow and all i can think about is sleep. why is this, you ask? perhaps it's because the last three nights i went to bed around 5. whose fault is this, you ask? lets blame it on 2 american boys who came to visit me the last five days. okay, so its totally not their fault, but i need to have some sort of excuse for doing absolutely nothing and staying out till all hours of the night. the first 5 o clock curfew involved sitting outside my appartment for almost 2 hours without keys and the second was a lovely 2 o clock drive to the beach where we all sat and BSed for a couple hours and listed to the ocean. i have definitely not studied enough for my test tomarrow, but i think it was really good for natalie to actually leave the appartment for once (or twice, or three times...) i was becoming a total basketcase and it did me good. so now that i have tests, back to being a basketcase! :)

here is a pic of the gang at the don.






unfortunately, aurore didn't make it into this photo. let's not have her feeling left out.

organization or procrastination?

Here is the highlight of my week- a new book shelf! gotta love organization. and a new procrastination technique. i'm sure that a four hour study break was not entirely necessary just to set up a book shelf...

a horible mistake

so today i had diner with my frend anne cecile an she towd me the darndest thing. she said that "certen peple" (whos names have not ben reveled to the blogger) have made coments about my speling and gramer on my blog. her is my response:

obviously, i'm not making the effort to write properly. i'm so lazy you people are lucky this thing even gets published once in a while (for those who actually read it.) Voilà. i apologize if my poor writing has offended any grammar and spelling fantatics, and i ask for forgiveness and that you give my blog a second chance.