07 October 2004
I hate being put on the spot, even if it is in a one-on-one tutoring session. I don't know if I've always been like this, or if I just started noticing, but I've started fearing being wrong, which is absolutely silly. I think from now on in class, I'm going to say whatever just to confront this fear, cause in French class he always calls on me when I don't know what's going on and inevitably I answer, "Je ne sais pas" or "I don't know." Quite sad. And today, I had a tutoring session for French because we have a test Monday and preferably I would like to do well on it, so I signed up for some help. The woman helping me was awfully nice, but I couldn't help but get the feeling that "This girl is an idiot; how is she in Intermediate French?" was going through her brain at every moment.
Part of my lack of French knowledge, I think, is due to the fact that each French teacher has a different method to teaching and usually teaches different amounts of things, so we end up with a mixed up amount of information. It would also probably be helpful if I had taken any French at all in high school.
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Last night, I called him. My elementary school crush. It was strange; I almost didn't recognize his voice, but after a while, I could hear the lilting pattern in his voice again, and memories from elementary school came rushing back.
He was one of my first big crushes. I always loved his dark eyes, and even his silly little rattail. I can't even remember precisely why I liked him so much, the way I could say why I liked someone these days by pinpointing aspects of personality or hobbies or common interests. All I remember are little things, the little signs that I took and hoarded in my mind for hope that he liked me too.
Crushes in elementary school are so--what's the word?--lovely and innocent. Those days, a smile and eye contact was more than enough for me; hormones hadn't kicked in yet and there wasn't that desire to touch and feel for more. I don't know what I hoped for, now that I think about it. Just the knowledge that he liked me too would have been enough.
As for now, in the present, what I want is a friendship. He's one of those people who's always doing something interesting, be it volunteering with the hurricane aftermath cleanup effort or doing film production work. It'll be nice to hear about a life that doesn't revolve around college.
Part of my lack of French knowledge, I think, is due to the fact that each French teacher has a different method to teaching and usually teaches different amounts of things, so we end up with a mixed up amount of information. It would also probably be helpful if I had taken any French at all in high school.
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Last night, I called him. My elementary school crush. It was strange; I almost didn't recognize his voice, but after a while, I could hear the lilting pattern in his voice again, and memories from elementary school came rushing back.
He was one of my first big crushes. I always loved his dark eyes, and even his silly little rattail. I can't even remember precisely why I liked him so much, the way I could say why I liked someone these days by pinpointing aspects of personality or hobbies or common interests. All I remember are little things, the little signs that I took and hoarded in my mind for hope that he liked me too.
Crushes in elementary school are so--what's the word?--lovely and innocent. Those days, a smile and eye contact was more than enough for me; hormones hadn't kicked in yet and there wasn't that desire to touch and feel for more. I don't know what I hoped for, now that I think about it. Just the knowledge that he liked me too would have been enough.
As for now, in the present, what I want is a friendship. He's one of those people who's always doing something interesting, be it volunteering with the hurricane aftermath cleanup effort or doing film production work. It'll be nice to hear about a life that doesn't revolve around college.
Montessori @ Franklin? If so, you've more than perked my curiosity on the subject...
And I def. know what you mean about languages. Every fall I feel like I've gotten worse and worse at German... and I think my grades feel that way too.
And do you know Alizee?
And I def. know what you mean about languages. Every fall I feel like I've gotten worse and worse at German... and I think my grades feel that way too.
And do you know Alizee?
OMG that's right.. you might know him too, cause he played football back in the day. Tony B.?
Alizee? Is that a French thing I should know about?
Alizee? Is that a French thing I should know about?
Hehe... ::cracking out Elementary School Yearbook::... hehe. I think I vaguellllly remember seeing him before.
Alizee = French Kylie, oder so. She's not bad, I just can't understand her.
Alizee = French Kylie, oder so. She's not bad, I just can't understand her.
Oh perhaps you forgot the little detail about your obsession with Pocahontas... Oh, and the fact that you thought Tony was your "John Smith". Bwhaha. I am an evil little sister. Speaking of which, you are evil as to keep the US open shirt away from me.
LOL... aww... isn't that precious? Hehe... I'm never letting you live that one down, you know that. Thank you M, for the wonderful dirt.
well maybe it's a good thing i haven't sent your us open shirt (which i found by the way)!
j/k. i already wrote about this pocahontas obsession.. get with the program lil sis..
j/k. i already wrote about this pocahontas obsession.. get with the program lil sis..
Yeah, but did you write about having a "John Smith"? I think not. I probably thought I was Superman or someone at some point, but I'm pretty sure I never thought I had a Lois Lane.
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