Also... I have a plot. Excitement!
But yeah, I definitely spent the afternoon doing my crazy long French homework. You know, the homework due yesterday. Hmm. Apparently we have to set up a time next week for an entretien avec Prof. F, et je pense que je suis screwed. Hmm. Yeah, we'll see how that goes. Si j'ai le possibilité dire à qqn avec qui je suis confortable, I think que je ne might pas do plus shitty.
Oh, and on that note, I'm working on next semester's schedule. Dare I risk anything even remotely resembling a social life and take two--count 'em, two--language courses with Faith Beane? Russian won't be awful, but I've heard frightening things about her dans les cours du Français. I asked her about them ('cos that's just the sort of person I am), and she admits that she's not exactly easy, but I KNOW she genuinely wants her students to improve... it's bound to be a smaller class, and I thrive in small classes... and I could probably get her to pick on me so I can speak more... and we'd read a novel... but god, 8 hours of Beane a week? Could I survive? Good question.
I guess my real issue is whether I should risk a bad grade just because I want to learn more... or whether I should go for a good grade in a class where I really won't learn much. Decisions, decisions. I hate how the best way to learn anything is to make mistakes--and yet grades are entirely based on your proficiency in that subject. Fuckin' lame, man.