Bon Nuit

That's supposed to be French. As in fries, toast, and kissing.

As in the language I am supposed to be able to speak in order to receive a liberal arts degree.

And as in the language I do not speak.

At one point during my class my professor actually said, "if you can't conjugate etre [to be] then I don't see how you can continue in this class."

Well, Madam, I will be continuing in this class because I must must must pass in order to receive my degree. Before December. If there ever was a lesson in procrastination, let it be this:

Just because you only have to take one semester of foreign language does not mean you should wait until the very last possible semester to take it.

Not only does this limit your room to fail but it lengthens the time since you actually took a class remotely related to Europe. Lengthens it four years in fact. Stupid stupid stupid.

Meanwhile, I will be studying studying studying all weekend in order to pass a test next week allowing me to stay in the class. Oh, I will conjugate etre. I will conjugate it like it's never been conjugated before (well, maybe like before).

Courtney said I should really love the French because of the fries and the toast and the kissing. If I get any of the three I think I'll enjoy the class a little more.

She said I might be able to find a study buddy who'll help with the third, you know, for extra credit. Here's hoping.