Go back two oral exams today. One exam, which everyone flunked, was one more than what I once scored in bowling. 7. Out of 20. The other was considerably better but this is a good exercise in proving to myself how fun school for the sake of school is.
Super duper fun.
For instance, I learned today how to call someone a loser. In french.
Raté!
Raaaaaaté.
Looooooser.
Roasted.
Spent a healthy chunk of this afternoon reading Dorothy Parker stories and book reviews (how I long to have a tongue like that. One breath and where an offending person stood lies a mush of mangled flesh) and eating peanut butter with a knife. I think I do the latter mostly for the thrills. And working on my speed reading (750 words a minute, check me out).
Needless to say, it was a very adult-like experience.
This evening was an excellent exercise in forcing myself out of the house. Went for drinks with people from nine different countries, ended up singing American, Chinese, Russian, Italian, Tibetan and ambiguous origin birthday songs for a friend from China.
More fun stories that you can hear about if you ask me personally :)
French Vocab Word of the Day:
Une Ordure: Piece of trash, someone worthless and stinky. A real jerk. Quite the powerful insult, but not necessarily a swear word.
I've had a certain lyric stuck in my head, from the song "Battez-Vous" by Brigitte. I only know this one line, so I sing it over and over again.
"Mettez vous à genoux."
On your knees.
Sighted: Public make outs reach every age. Saw two old folks macking over their walkers.
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