A few weeks ago I signed up for a french course through the local community college. Obviously, I didn't think that I had enough going on and am some sort of gluten for punishment. French happens to be on a list of things I'd like to accomplish in this lifetime and I guess the idea of stimulating my brain was...well, dumb. I am days away from a midterm that covers up to chapter 14 and I am well, at chapter 6. My lagging became painfully obvious when last Tuesday I went over to my friend Julie's house to get help on a quiz. Julie who spent a few months in France learning the language. Julie who I consider a practical linguist. Well that quiz went terribly wrong and I ended up with 12 out of 20 or 60%. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the grading curve that comes to a D-. I am screwed!! Three things I forgot when I signed up for this class:
1. I'm crazy competitive with myself. So needless to say I'm a little pissed at ME.
2. I'm easily distracted and a tad lazy.
and most importantly...
3. I'm terrible at languages.