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Well, the horror that was my French oral is over.
The exam itself went fine, although a (non-French!) teacher shouting at me about ten minutes before started me welling up in tears a bit. I hate how easily I cry, but have no idea how to go about changing it... It's a frustration thing, not an oh-I'm-so-hurt thing.
Anyway, so I turn up for my twenty minutes prep of the stimulus card. I'm in tears, fine, I just tell my teacher it's nerves and she looks a little stunned. I don't think I've gone to pieces in French before. Oh no, I have, in the mock oral of all things... Haha. But she was so lovely, calmed me down a bit (although by this point I'd lost a contact lens and had to squint at the card!) and in the end, everything went okay.
I had a nice stimulus card, about the birthrate in France and various things associated with an apparent drop in births and the resulting lack of adults to fill the workforce. It also touched briefly on the incentives used to make people have more children - and I actually got a question on this, which meant I could show off my knowledge about the system of Allocations familiales in France - yes, all garnered from the Petits Enfants du Siecle (Sorry LJ, no idea how to accent in this box). So that was quite nice.
I did forget a bit of one of my questions - although I achieved that wonderful thing: completely rehearsed spontaneity! A surprised mais bien sur! here, and a pensive peut-etre there, and it sounded good :) The bit I missed wasn't too drastic, and Mrs C moved the conversation onto the next point so I didn't flounder too much.
All in all, a success! XD
Haha.. The next bit was worse though. The teacher that was to blame for my panic anyway, my History teacher, then emailed my parents to say that I was behind in my work. I had been to see her at lunch (she was in a flaming temper) to ask for help with the notes I'd been set, which I didn't understand at all. She refused, flung a book at me [Edit: not in a violent throw sense of flung. In a pushy, take this book sense. Just to clarify :D] and said that if I didn't do the work then and there she'd notify my parents. I did the work, needless to say. Left it with my best friend to hand in, 'cause I really had to go and calm down. Nonetheless, the email arrived - maybe she didn't realise it wasn't all W's work? Maybe she just felt vindictive. I don't know.
So, the parents got understandably a bit worried, but they refused to believe me when I said I'd get back on track. God knows what else I was supposed to say. I certainly apologised enough. But no. They wouldn't let me go out, either, to the party I'd been looking forward to since I was invited, given that I missed the last two due to the exams. Meant that I haven't seen Z outside of school since Easter Monday. Which is far too long :( Can't do anything at school really, not even kiss properly.
Haha, we were sat perfectly innocently but together on Wednesday after school, and the - what is Mrs Thing? Receptionist? Sixth-form adviserer? Meh, anyway - Mrs Thing gave me such a diapproving look. I mean, the things she muct see from her little fishtank in the corner of the common room, and she disapproves of me and Z? Very weird. Oh well...
Anyway, so after I was stopped going to the party, I was furious (extra furious on top of the furious I was already from the argument and the not trusting)... Not a happy bunny.
Still, I have sorted things out with my parents now, and I've done most of the work for the week ahead. I haven't prepped a lot for Spanish...
I don't want to say that I'll wing it, because I will work out points I want to make beforehand (I have a few hours left tonight, and a nice day tomorrow: period 1 with the SG, 2 (really a Spanish lesson, but teacher is doing orals all day, duh) and 3 free, exam period 4, then 5th free. Yay. :) Anyway, yeah, not winging exactly, but Newly-Married-Spanish-Teacher-Who-Needs-A-New-Acronym said that the questions asked won't be exactly the ones we've been given, so there is little point scripting a neat answer to each question which I'll just need to adapt anyway... Still, I feel somewhat guilty for some reason. Odd.
I also have an essay to do for Mrs X, my scarier English teacher. Although I don't see how 'What do you think are the five key poems of the anthology and why?' can be a very effective essay - there is no argument or clear plan of attack. I guess I'll write an intro, discuss each poem in detail and then conclude with the most importantest of all... But it is supposed to be how much we can write in an hour. Easy enough to tweak that longer, certainly: it will never be an exam question, so it doesn't matter if I can answer it under pressure. Not sure how much language to include in the essay, though. It just sounds like a crap question to me, to be completely honest with you! Will do it tonight, and some tomorrow if I have to - although my exam is over MX's lesson tomorrow, my Mrs F experience on Thursday means that I'm not taking any chances, so I'll hand it in even though I won't be there, just in case. I had asked her for until Thursday to do it, 'cause of the exam, but no, I had to go and be a good student and say the next lesson that I would get it done. Damn my self-righteity... :P
I really miss Z right now. I'm in a good mood, but not one that couldn't be improved by seeing his smile, or feeling one of the little sparks I get when electricity jumps between our skin. Nothing has ever been as good as that Monday in the holidays. I feel like such a cliche to say that I've never felt like this before, but really and truly I haven't. And I have been such a rubbish girlfriend this last week or so, devoting myself to French, and when not studying, freaking out about the fact that I'm not studying. Cannot have been fun. I'll be so much more cheerful now though. Things are looking up in school (orals being nearly over has a lot to do with it) and I can go back to being happy to just breathe the same air as him. :D
Z, you make me dizzy. In a very good way.
Mm, I really think I ought to get some dinner soon - I can hear Mum in the kitchen so I hope she'll shout FOOD soon and then my stomach will stop rumbling. I decided to work on MX's work after dinner, draft some Spanish after that, 'cause I can focus all day tomorrow on Spanish - especially when I'm with SG :D Can't believe SG and FG are leaving in May - teaching assistants or not, I really feel like I've made friends with them. I have FG's email, but not SG's - would love to keep in touch with them.
Which reminds me, I have been an awful, AWFUL penpal of late. I have A to write to in America, part of our Ranger-Girl Scout twinning thingy, Spanish W in Malaga, my cousin (twice, three times removed?) in Australia, as well as B in Greece, who I never emailed (oops) and V from Latin Camp (who I didn't like much in the first place but promised to keep in touch with). Haha, too many penpals - as well as M, who lives near the school and who I exchange hand-written letters maybe three times a year with, since he moved to another college. My last letter to him was before Christmas - so I should jolly well think that the ball is in his court, quite possibly festering in a bush somewhere where it's been hit out of bounds.
Also have failed to post my For The Sound tester review - have not had enough help on how to set up the word editor client thingy, worried I'll post it to the wrong place, and the albums I volunteered for, no-one has told me I can have, so I can't write a review in case I'm out of line. Not sure this whole thing was such a good idea about now anyway....
People keep coming online, the window in the corner tells me, and not one of them is Z, or even a W. I think I shall give up in disgust and go laze downstairs for ten minutes until tea-time. I do apologise for the long post! I've cut it into chunks for easy navigation, and to save your friends list!
Ace over and out.
The exam itself went fine, although a (non-French!) teacher shouting at me about ten minutes before started me welling up in tears a bit. I hate how easily I cry, but have no idea how to go about changing it... It's a frustration thing, not an oh-I'm-so-hurt thing.
Anyway, so I turn up for my twenty minutes prep of the stimulus card. I'm in tears, fine, I just tell my teacher it's nerves and she looks a little stunned. I don't think I've gone to pieces in French before. Oh no, I have, in the mock oral of all things... Haha. But she was so lovely, calmed me down a bit (although by this point I'd lost a contact lens and had to squint at the card!) and in the end, everything went okay.
I had a nice stimulus card, about the birthrate in France and various things associated with an apparent drop in births and the resulting lack of adults to fill the workforce. It also touched briefly on the incentives used to make people have more children - and I actually got a question on this, which meant I could show off my knowledge about the system of Allocations familiales in France - yes, all garnered from the Petits Enfants du Siecle (Sorry LJ, no idea how to accent in this box). So that was quite nice.
I did forget a bit of one of my questions - although I achieved that wonderful thing: completely rehearsed spontaneity! A surprised mais bien sur! here, and a pensive peut-etre there, and it sounded good :) The bit I missed wasn't too drastic, and Mrs C moved the conversation onto the next point so I didn't flounder too much.
All in all, a success! XD
Haha.. The next bit was worse though. The teacher that was to blame for my panic anyway, my History teacher, then emailed my parents to say that I was behind in my work. I had been to see her at lunch (she was in a flaming temper) to ask for help with the notes I'd been set, which I didn't understand at all. She refused, flung a book at me [Edit: not in a violent throw sense of flung. In a pushy, take this book sense. Just to clarify :D] and said that if I didn't do the work then and there she'd notify my parents. I did the work, needless to say. Left it with my best friend to hand in, 'cause I really had to go and calm down. Nonetheless, the email arrived - maybe she didn't realise it wasn't all W's work? Maybe she just felt vindictive. I don't know.
So, the parents got understandably a bit worried, but they refused to believe me when I said I'd get back on track. God knows what else I was supposed to say. I certainly apologised enough. But no. They wouldn't let me go out, either, to the party I'd been looking forward to since I was invited, given that I missed the last two due to the exams. Meant that I haven't seen Z outside of school since Easter Monday. Which is far too long :( Can't do anything at school really, not even kiss properly.
Haha, we were sat perfectly innocently but together on Wednesday after school, and the - what is Mrs Thing? Receptionist? Sixth-form adviserer? Meh, anyway - Mrs Thing gave me such a diapproving look. I mean, the things she muct see from her little fishtank in the corner of the common room, and she disapproves of me and Z? Very weird. Oh well...
Anyway, so after I was stopped going to the party, I was furious (extra furious on top of the furious I was already from the argument and the not trusting)... Not a happy bunny.
Still, I have sorted things out with my parents now, and I've done most of the work for the week ahead. I haven't prepped a lot for Spanish...
I don't want to say that I'll wing it, because I will work out points I want to make beforehand (I have a few hours left tonight, and a nice day tomorrow: period 1 with the SG, 2 (really a Spanish lesson, but teacher is doing orals all day, duh) and 3 free, exam period 4, then 5th free. Yay. :) Anyway, yeah, not winging exactly, but Newly-Married-Spanish-Teacher-Who-Needs-A-New-Acronym said that the questions asked won't be exactly the ones we've been given, so there is little point scripting a neat answer to each question which I'll just need to adapt anyway... Still, I feel somewhat guilty for some reason. Odd.
I also have an essay to do for Mrs X, my scarier English teacher. Although I don't see how 'What do you think are the five key poems of the anthology and why?' can be a very effective essay - there is no argument or clear plan of attack. I guess I'll write an intro, discuss each poem in detail and then conclude with the most importantest of all... But it is supposed to be how much we can write in an hour. Easy enough to tweak that longer, certainly: it will never be an exam question, so it doesn't matter if I can answer it under pressure. Not sure how much language to include in the essay, though. It just sounds like a crap question to me, to be completely honest with you! Will do it tonight, and some tomorrow if I have to - although my exam is over MX's lesson tomorrow, my Mrs F experience on Thursday means that I'm not taking any chances, so I'll hand it in even though I won't be there, just in case. I had asked her for until Thursday to do it, 'cause of the exam, but no, I had to go and be a good student and say the next lesson that I would get it done. Damn my self-righteity... :P
I really miss Z right now. I'm in a good mood, but not one that couldn't be improved by seeing his smile, or feeling one of the little sparks I get when electricity jumps between our skin. Nothing has ever been as good as that Monday in the holidays. I feel like such a cliche to say that I've never felt like this before, but really and truly I haven't. And I have been such a rubbish girlfriend this last week or so, devoting myself to French, and when not studying, freaking out about the fact that I'm not studying. Cannot have been fun. I'll be so much more cheerful now though. Things are looking up in school (orals being nearly over has a lot to do with it) and I can go back to being happy to just breathe the same air as him. :D
Z, you make me dizzy. In a very good way.
Mm, I really think I ought to get some dinner soon - I can hear Mum in the kitchen so I hope she'll shout FOOD soon and then my stomach will stop rumbling. I decided to work on MX's work after dinner, draft some Spanish after that, 'cause I can focus all day tomorrow on Spanish - especially when I'm with SG :D Can't believe SG and FG are leaving in May - teaching assistants or not, I really feel like I've made friends with them. I have FG's email, but not SG's - would love to keep in touch with them.
Which reminds me, I have been an awful, AWFUL penpal of late. I have A to write to in America, part of our Ranger-Girl Scout twinning thingy, Spanish W in Malaga, my cousin (twice, three times removed?) in Australia, as well as B in Greece, who I never emailed (oops) and V from Latin Camp (who I didn't like much in the first place but promised to keep in touch with). Haha, too many penpals - as well as M, who lives near the school and who I exchange hand-written letters maybe three times a year with, since he moved to another college. My last letter to him was before Christmas - so I should jolly well think that the ball is in his court, quite possibly festering in a bush somewhere where it's been hit out of bounds.
Also have failed to post my For The Sound tester review - have not had enough help on how to set up the word editor client thingy, worried I'll post it to the wrong place, and the albums I volunteered for, no-one has told me I can have, so I can't write a review in case I'm out of line. Not sure this whole thing was such a good idea about now anyway....
People keep coming online, the window in the corner tells me, and not one of them is Z, or even a W. I think I shall give up in disgust and go laze downstairs for ten minutes until tea-time. I do apologise for the long post! I've cut it into chunks for easy navigation, and to save your friends list!
Ace over and out.