Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Pep Rally

Calling all cheerleaders.... please report to this blog immediately.

I am fed up... literally, my French training could not be going worse... the school I am at (Interlangues - don't ever ever ever go there) is convinced that doing NOTHING, ab.sol.ute.ly nothing 4 days before my first oral interview is a best practice for passing the exam.

I could scream, I am screaming.... this is me screaming:

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So... alright, I know we are in different worlds and you can't hear me screaming, but if you were in my home right now... you would be telling me to shut up. I am pretty sure this why my husband went to ref early this eveing... he was sick of me complaining AGAIN.

BUT... back to the cheerleading thing. If anyone use to be a highschool cheerleader, from C.A.S.S. or some other dysfunctional highschool, I could really use a cheer. Something like the old:

BE. AGGRESSIVE.
BE. AGGRESSIVE.
B. E. A. G. G. R. E. S. S. I. V. E:
BE. AGGRESSIVE.
(I think the old squad will recall that one).

Anyways... whatever you got... just stand up from your computer and give it all you got. I could use your enthusiam and energy (because mine is non-existent). Whatever you got, share it, PLEASE. I am begging you... or at the very least, just chant along with me:

I HATE FRENCH.
I HATE FRENCH.
I HATE FRENCH!
(now for the seperatists out there... that was I HATE FRENCH, not I HATE the FRENCH).

And the truth be told, I don't hate French, I actually like it, but I have a general dislike for the training institution I am being held captive at (which comes as no surprise to my faithful readers).

I am sorry for all the complaining and discontent that I have filled this blog with lately, but I figure better to put it out there than in a suicide note... if ya know what I mean!

I am going watch some lovely French television and talk to myself outloud in the mirror - good times... good times!