Ugh... Exams...
Dream in Japanese, dream in Japanese...
ANYWAY! Exams went as follows:
Monday morning: Thème Littéraire - Couple of literary texts that we had to translate into English. I didn’t do too bad, I think. Although translating Süskind from a French version of his works is sort of... icky.
Monday afternoon : Hello to the 4 hour long essay writing on Intolerance and Immigration in the US. The exact subject was a quote from 1863 by some important guy (no, really. I just forgot his name.) : "‘Our Constitution is colour-blind. It neither knows nor tolerates classes among citizens’. Discuss this statement." Hmm. I screwed that one up pretty badly, but chances are the teacher will find a thing or two of interest in the paper. All I have is hope. XD
Tuesday morning : From 8 to 10 (ugh...) Film analysis. We got a 7 minute long extract from ‘Scarface’ (Howard Hawks, 1932) to analyse. Should be okay, I guess. The teacher’s usually fair, I must deserve at least a ten. Hopefully.
From 10 to 12, version des médias. We had to translate an article from the Independent into French ; it dealt with the impending (or not) war in Iraq - and it was pretty good. Pretty long, too, so two hours were barely enough, but oh well… And what the heck is a ‘pulpit’ anyway ?!?
Tuesday afternoons : Thème des médias, fairly easy. The teacher’s going to mark our papers pretty tightly, though, because he knows it was easy.
Wednesday morning : Version littéraire. Let the joyful ride begin, my friends. Fucked that one up. The one mistake I wasn’t supposed to make, well, I did. Grrr... I’m so mad at myself for this. BAD, BAD EM!!! BAD! Some stupid grammatical thing I didn’t notice made me misinterpret a whole passage. I better have aced the rest of the translation.
Wednesday afternoon : Welcome to the literature level of hell. Please keep your hands and elbows inside the car. Beep beep! We had to pick between the lesser of two evils. (well, not even pick, because the subject was imposed on us, but you know what I mean…) I was of course delighted to get to write an essay on the "Riddles and contradictions in Emily Dickinson’s poetry." ( Note that this isn’t even full-on sarcasm, because that was still so much better than the essay the others had to write on ‘Utopia’ lol) I was almost ashamed to hand out my paper after the 4 hours that we were imparted to write it. *shakes head*
Thursday morning : Grammar. Nothing to say. Fairly easy issues, but I only did a rather short analysis for each question raised, so… I really have no idea how I did.
Then, History of the English Language. Blah. I was rooting so hard for a study of Old English, so of course the teacher HAD to pick a Middle English one. Well, still had a bit of stuff to say, so maybe it won’t be as bad as it could’ve been. Still not expecting more than a 7 or so.
Thursday afternoon : Linguistics. *weeps* MOMMY !!! I WANT MY MOMMY !!
And that was all for written exams. Now onto the oral examination, which took place on Friday. At 1:20 PM precisely. Talk about being scared shitless for nothing. I know I can be good at this stuff, but I’m still nervous as hell whenever it comes to it, which of course, is usually the very thing that makes me screw up. However, I took that exam in one of my favourite subjects (The British Industrial Revolution), with an easy enough text to analyse, and I was supervised by the sexiest teacher around, no less *eyebrows*, so I surprisingly did pretty well. Although not as well as many people believe *glares at Del* I think if I get over 13, we’ll know for sure that M. Evanno likes me. lol
Now it’s all over, just waiting for the results. Hate the waiting bit.
We have 6 more hours of lectures a week this semester, nothing I can’t handle though. I’ll just have to skip Malagasy classes once in a while. (they’re too early in the morning , anyway)
Must imperatively start learning my lines for the play. MUST start learning my lines for the play. MUST learn my lines. MUST LEARN LINES. Gee. How hard is it ?
« There’s a divinity that shapes our ends. Rough hew them how we will. Thou will’st not think how ill all’s here about my heart. But tis no matter. We defy augury. There is great providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, tis not to come. It it be not to come, it will be now. » And so on and so on… The Hamlet in two minutes bit at the end is just priceless !! We had a lot of fun rehearsing tonight.
MY LEGS HURT !!! I hadn’t been to basketball practice in two weeks, and I played like a madwoman on Sunday. *cries* Ouch ouch ouch.
Dodo maintenant.
Edit: This entry was written yesterday, but LJ ws being totally retarded. I got 15 on both Thème des Médias and version littéraire, the results were in today.
ANYWAY! Exams went as follows:
Monday morning: Thème Littéraire - Couple of literary texts that we had to translate into English. I didn’t do too bad, I think. Although translating Süskind from a French version of his works is sort of... icky.
Monday afternoon : Hello to the 4 hour long essay writing on Intolerance and Immigration in the US. The exact subject was a quote from 1863 by some important guy (no, really. I just forgot his name.) : "‘Our Constitution is colour-blind. It neither knows nor tolerates classes among citizens’. Discuss this statement." Hmm. I screwed that one up pretty badly, but chances are the teacher will find a thing or two of interest in the paper. All I have is hope. XD
Tuesday morning : From 8 to 10 (ugh...) Film analysis. We got a 7 minute long extract from ‘Scarface’ (Howard Hawks, 1932) to analyse. Should be okay, I guess. The teacher’s usually fair, I must deserve at least a ten. Hopefully.
From 10 to 12, version des médias. We had to translate an article from the Independent into French ; it dealt with the impending (or not) war in Iraq - and it was pretty good. Pretty long, too, so two hours were barely enough, but oh well… And what the heck is a ‘pulpit’ anyway ?!?
Tuesday afternoons : Thème des médias, fairly easy. The teacher’s going to mark our papers pretty tightly, though, because he knows it was easy.
Wednesday morning : Version littéraire. Let the joyful ride begin, my friends. Fucked that one up. The one mistake I wasn’t supposed to make, well, I did. Grrr... I’m so mad at myself for this. BAD, BAD EM!!! BAD! Some stupid grammatical thing I didn’t notice made me misinterpret a whole passage. I better have aced the rest of the translation.
Wednesday afternoon : Welcome to the literature level of hell. Please keep your hands and elbows inside the car. Beep beep! We had to pick between the lesser of two evils. (well, not even pick, because the subject was imposed on us, but you know what I mean…) I was of course delighted to get to write an essay on the "Riddles and contradictions in Emily Dickinson’s poetry." ( Note that this isn’t even full-on sarcasm, because that was still so much better than the essay the others had to write on ‘Utopia’ lol) I was almost ashamed to hand out my paper after the 4 hours that we were imparted to write it. *shakes head*
Thursday morning : Grammar. Nothing to say. Fairly easy issues, but I only did a rather short analysis for each question raised, so… I really have no idea how I did.
Then, History of the English Language. Blah. I was rooting so hard for a study of Old English, so of course the teacher HAD to pick a Middle English one. Well, still had a bit of stuff to say, so maybe it won’t be as bad as it could’ve been. Still not expecting more than a 7 or so.
Thursday afternoon : Linguistics. *weeps* MOMMY !!! I WANT MY MOMMY !!
And that was all for written exams. Now onto the oral examination, which took place on Friday. At 1:20 PM precisely. Talk about being scared shitless for nothing. I know I can be good at this stuff, but I’m still nervous as hell whenever it comes to it, which of course, is usually the very thing that makes me screw up. However, I took that exam in one of my favourite subjects (The British Industrial Revolution), with an easy enough text to analyse, and I was supervised by the sexiest teacher around, no less *eyebrows*, so I surprisingly did pretty well. Although not as well as many people believe *glares at Del* I think if I get over 13, we’ll know for sure that M. Evanno likes me. lol
Now it’s all over, just waiting for the results. Hate the waiting bit.
We have 6 more hours of lectures a week this semester, nothing I can’t handle though. I’ll just have to skip Malagasy classes once in a while. (they’re too early in the morning , anyway)
Must imperatively start learning my lines for the play. MUST start learning my lines for the play. MUST learn my lines. MUST LEARN LINES. Gee. How hard is it ?
« There’s a divinity that shapes our ends. Rough hew them how we will. Thou will’st not think how ill all’s here about my heart. But tis no matter. We defy augury. There is great providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, tis not to come. It it be not to come, it will be now. » And so on and so on… The Hamlet in two minutes bit at the end is just priceless !! We had a lot of fun rehearsing tonight.
MY LEGS HURT !!! I hadn’t been to basketball practice in two weeks, and I played like a madwoman on Sunday. *cries* Ouch ouch ouch.
Dodo maintenant.
Edit: This entry was written yesterday, but LJ ws being totally retarded. I got 15 on both Thème des Médias and version littéraire, the results were in today.