However, though I'd rather be anywhere but physics right now, today is going a whole lot better than this exact class went a week ago. I got a little behind on some calculation we were doing, and BOOM. It was like someone broke the Hoover Dam. Within 5 minutes, my paper was drenched in tears, I was sniffing uncontrolably, and I was asked to leave the classroom. Trust me, I wasn't crying over physics. Something triggered my "randomly start bawling" section of emotions, and that's just what happened. I really don't remember what I was thinking about to get myself so worked up, but it was embarassing, none the less. I mean, I didn't even cry when the dog I had for 13 years died, and now all these French kids thought I was crying over a freaking physics problem. Awesome. Way to establish yourself as a sissy, Brooke. Bravo.
Oh, how I despise physics. No, I'm not going to cry this week, but I really have no idea how to even start this equation, and I'd much rather be doing this anyway. Like I said: L-I-T-E-R-A-T-U-R-E K-I-D.
It's quite funny, because most of the teachers seem to be afraid of me. They see me frantically scribbling in the back of the classroom all period, but when they come over to see what I'm doing, they are confused because of the whole French/English barrier. At least, that's what I can tell from their faces. Then they give me an uneasy smile, I grin back devilishly, and they back away with their hands up. <<< (ok, my mother tells me I exaggerate sometimes, so I apologize for that last sentence, and my rude sense of humor)
I was just actually just thinking the other day about how easy it would be to write a bomb threat at this school. I'd never get caught. Of course, they wouldn't even know it was a threat, let alone the fact I don't even know how to build a bomb, so we wouldn't even be sent home. Therefore, there's no point. How's that for sadistic, eh? Okay. I really need to stop now. I'm creeping myself out.
I do really hate math and science. There's no question about that. But dissections are a different story.
My lab group: Camille, Justine, and me
On the first day of Biology, Camille and Justine started scheming, but of course I was in the dark. So a week later, there I am dissecting a cow eyeball, while they're in the corner gagging and shaking uncontrolably. It turns out, their plan was to have me do all the dissections. At first, I was a little skeptical of the idea because honestly, the only animals I've ever dissected were a clam and a worm...if they're even considered animals, I really have no idea. (Yet again, LITERATURE kid) So I hardly consider myself experienced enough to be the designated dissector of our group. A clam and a worm, OH, INTENSE!
So last week we were told to bring our lab coats to class, and I knew what that meant. About halfway into class, a little white puff ball was placed in front of me, laying there dead next to a pile of shiny metal death tools. Our (my) main objective was to understand the mouse's reproductive organs. (We're studying the reproductive system in Bio...) The strange thing? I REALLY enjoyed the dissection. Maybe too much. SADIST!
Camille, Justine, and I have a good system going, though. I dissect the animals because they're terrified of it, and they do all the fancy scientific data collecting and analyzing, because I'm terrified of that. We're both physically incapable of doing eachother's jobs, therefore, we're a great team.
him <3
The only downside, or upside, depending on how you look at it, is that we can NEVER stop laughing. I mean, let's be honest. I SO wish this wasn't true, but I'm not mature enough to handle the sexual reproduction unit...even in France. So really, there's absolutely no possible way to contain myself while dissecting a mouse penis. Simply impossible
I do LOVE literature classes, and I wish I could say that I get better grades in them than in science, math, but I'd be lying. I thought all my English teacher's fancy vocabulary and philisophical opinions were confusing (and sometimes a load of crap) in America, but it's 10x worse in France. Not only do I not understand what she's trying to say, but I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE'S SAYING.
My French class in reading a book called Voyage au Bout de la Nuit, right now. (I don't have to read it because it woud be virtually impossible) From what I've gathered during our discussions in class, it's about a war, a man who happens to be an existentialist, and a prostitute. I feel like those are the three main components to every classic novel. Let's see some originality here, people. I mean, c'mon now.
As expected, the students are assigned a certain number of pages to read each night, then they have written tests on the book in class. Obviously, I am exempt from the tests, so I usually just sit there biting my nails, or staring longingly out the window for 54 minutes, but the other day Madame Bernard was a little scatter- brained, and handed me a test. I thought about giving it back, but I decided to just do it, or try to do it, mainly to rescue me from my consuming boredom. There were 7 short- answer questions, and I understood a whopping 0 of them. (mostly because of the sophisticated French wording. OH! And the fact that I have never read the book!) So I just wrote a long paragraph about how my knowledge of the book consists of sex, betrayal, and war. I told her about the books I read last year in English, and the topics I have studied. Then, for my last sentence, I wrote, "Je suis desolee, mon Francais est mauvais encore..." (it means: I'm sorry my French is still bad)
*** I write this at the bottom of ALL my tests, to apologize for my French ability, but I'm pretty sure all my teachers are aware of my less- than- adequate vocabulary due to the fact that I walk around with a bilingual dictionary permanently glued to my face. You know, it would make my life a whole heck of a lot easier if they gave a nice multiple- choice test every once in a while. BUT NO! Make the American girl suffer.
So when we got these tests back the next day, I was expecting a nice little "thanks for trying" note, or some corrections on my French grammar, but I was surprised by what I read.
My teacher had written, "Je serai ravie d'ecrire en anglais comme vous ecrivez en francais..."
TRANSLATION: "I wish I could write in English the way you write in French."
I have yet to get an actual mark in French class, leaving my with a 0 as of this point, but I have to say that I was pretty damn proud of myself for this one.
Aucun commentaire:
Enregistrer un commentaire