And on the one hundred and first day, she failed an exam worse than she’s ever failed an exam. Oh boy, I won’t go into details but it was laughably bad…forty minutes to read an article and prepare a speech that was meant to last twenty minutes. Tout en français (évidemment), tout à propos d’un sujet qui ne m’intéresse guère (comment atteindre la réalité de la vie dans l’art? hein? euhhh).
But it’s really tough to stay too frustrated because, as hilarious as my twenty minutes maybe have been, my walk of shame out of the classroom signified something very, very important: the beginning of winter break!
So goodbye Bâtiment Tertre (“mound” building?), I shall not miss you these next five wonderful weeks!