7:01 p.m.

So second semester started...my schedule is:

Non-traditional arts
Français Immersion
Philosophie: Questions et Théories
Lunch
Spare

Like, whoa...lots of French this semester.

Here's the deal with me and French: I can understand it, I can read it, I can speak it fairly well...I am just so scared shitless whenever I'm in an environment that requires me to use it that I end up acting like a sedated retard. Why? I guess it's my inferiority complex...scared of being stuck mid-sentence searching for the word while the people around me wear expressions akin to an audience at a David Lynch film.

Of course it doesn't help that my French teacher is actually competent this year and is an actual Francophone who can, you know, speak the language (unlike Ms. I'm-here-because-the-school-board-was-desperate like last year or Ms. Pilled-up-psycho from the year before.)

So...

Comment allons-nous résoudre ce dilemme? Aucune idée...mais j'ai la sensation qu'à la fin du semestre, je serai dans une grosse pile de merde.

Here
is another picture of moi. (I'm the one on top...naturally.)

Yours...