French Masochism
Even though I just got an F on my french test due to my innability to conjugate verbs and my none-existent vocabulary, I feel strangely happy. Lifted even. Despite being called Tarzan by my Prof. For some reason I feel encouraged to learn french and get giddy at the thought of being able to speak it and understand. Talk about masochism. Must be 'cause I studied. I actually feel like this isn't beyond me anymore. That late night study session and early morning scramble did more for my moral than anything else ever could. I never would have guessed or expected anything like this, not even in my wildest dreams. I kinda like this feeling =}P