When my French teacher asked me if I wanted to help this sixteen-year-old with his homework etc, I was very happy and flattered (I consider it quite a compliment, and it's definitely good for me to get something to do) but also a bit nervous... We all know that my French is far from perfect, but if my teacher believes that I can be helpful, okay ( Read more... )

The topic of today is my definition of love ( Read more... )

I still haven't talked to Nenne. He called me on Thursday but I was in the shower. He left a message; said that he was going to be unavailable most of the day but he was going to call me later. He didn't so I wrote him an email the day before yesterday. I expect to hear from him tomorrow. Oh, what if I lose this job...
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You know how sometimes people on your friends list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ( Read more... )

I have been working with the French assignment for this week: to write a text about "mon domicile" in 100 to 300 words. I've written the thing... now I've got to cut it by half. (Or a little less. 400 words is not too much, is it?) I'm seriously frustrated. I understand that it is painful for some of my classmates to write even 100 words in French ( Read more... )