les dehors ne sont pas mal aujourd'hui
Actually, the outdoors are better than some lame pas mal - downright kickass 50 degrees. I went for a run and I totally think that all that practice jumping to reach branches might one day pay off. It had better - imagine life as a non-jumping-skilled person. Feel depressed? I know I do.
Today I walked into French and noted that the phrase of the day was "Mon Dieu, tes filles sont laides" which translates to: "My God, your children are ugly." Now, perhaps I was being consciously confrontational, but frankly if Mrs. Schonhorst wants to instigate yet more misery in her classroom my insinuating that we will need to use that phrase in the future then its not like I have to go along with it. So I pointed out that perhaps such a phrase was rude. To which she responded that she didn't care and that she hated politically correct people. Comments on this exchange?
School in general sort of followed that vein - bearable but uncalled for. APWC was haunted by my imaginings of my speech tomorrow, which I haven't written yet and will make a spectable of myself while giving. I hope my class doesn't shun me afterward. Physics: test; HAL: sad and sundry memories of an emotionally scarred author' Pre-Calc: oh, joy, logarithms; and Francais, that epitome of teacher-student relations.
HAS anyone seem Karl Peterson's left gym shoe?
Today I walked into French and noted that the phrase of the day was "Mon Dieu, tes filles sont laides" which translates to: "My God, your children are ugly." Now, perhaps I was being consciously confrontational, but frankly if Mrs. Schonhorst wants to instigate yet more misery in her classroom my insinuating that we will need to use that phrase in the future then its not like I have to go along with it. So I pointed out that perhaps such a phrase was rude. To which she responded that she didn't care and that she hated politically correct people. Comments on this exchange?
School in general sort of followed that vein - bearable but uncalled for. APWC was haunted by my imaginings of my speech tomorrow, which I haven't written yet and will make a spectable of myself while giving. I hope my class doesn't shun me afterward. Physics: test; HAL: sad and sundry memories of an emotionally scarred author' Pre-Calc: oh, joy, logarithms; and Francais, that epitome of teacher-student relations.
HAS anyone seem Karl Peterson's left gym shoe?