Allons a Paris!
Shit, I can't believe I'm doing this. We've been planning it for something like a year, but I keep having these moments where I seem to step aside and take stock of what I'm doing. Then I have a little panic attack, but it doesn't last too long. I come to my senses and realize that people do this all the time. It isn't going to Paris that freaks me out, it's the whole airplane thing. There are a million reassurances, but my fear is completely irrational. My fear does not listen to reason. Really the only thing that has worked is remembering that the pilot wants to get home to his family too. Somehow that worked a bit. So if I just keep thinking about that, perhaps I won't need to be sedated.
Anywho, I'm mostly glad that the quarter is over. My language classes were great, and I will be glad to return to them come January, but as much as I liked Munsell's lectures, he is so strange (not in a good sense) in so many other ways that I started getting kind of annoyed with him by the end. He also didn't cover the French Revolution very well, which I'm a little miffed about.
Grades so far:
French 251: A
Spanish 151: A
Go me! I guess I picked the right major.
Anywho, I'm mostly glad that the quarter is over. My language classes were great, and I will be glad to return to them come January, but as much as I liked Munsell's lectures, he is so strange (not in a good sense) in so many other ways that I started getting kind of annoyed with him by the end. He also didn't cover the French Revolution very well, which I'm a little miffed about.
Grades so far:
French 251: A
Spanish 151: A
Go me! I guess I picked the right major.