[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
After 5 weeks, 15 days and 60 hours, I have completed the French Level 1 course. Enfin. Well, almost. I'm just left with the final exam on Wednesday.
This is the day that I've been dreading for the past few weeks. Not just because it's the last day of our french lessons, but more because it's THE day of our oral exam.
I was pretty freaked out by the thought that I might just encounter a complete mental block when the examiner sputters a string of French words that don't make any sense to me, and all I can think of saying is "Je ne sais pas..." (I don't know)
It didn't ease my nerves too, to find out that my preparation for the oral topics looked terribly scanty beside Evon's.
I could only hope for a nice examiner - preferably female, because we all know that French men are.... well... intimidating.
Lady luck must have been grinning really widely today, because we got a really wonderful examiner who was kind and warm. AND, the oral was done in pairs.
So I had the comfort of having a good friend beside me through the gruelling 10 minutes. They always say"You fu tong xiang, you nan tong dang", and we really did share weal and woe. Despite a few momentary pauses trying to catch what the examiner was asking (I was guessing most of time but it's a good thing my instincts were spot-on today), the dialogue went pretty smoothly and Mademoiselle Isabelle was rather impressed with our performance.
She was really encouraging but a little over-extravagant with her praises. Her sentences were peppered with "Bravo!", "Super!", "Tres bien...." and "Perfect!" that it made us feel embarrassed.
Later in the afternoon, Evon and I were returning back to class when we met our tutor a distance away, in the same corridor. I just smiled was about to enter the class but Evon held me back.
"He's calling us," she told me. "He was psstt-ing at us to ask us to go over."
He had that frown plastered on. Were we in some kind of trouble?
We walked over and the first thing he did was to bonk me with the paper he was holding.
"Ey, your examiner said you two were perfect you know. You better continue with french level 2.... Don't waste ah!" he said between gritted teeth.
Not a very nice way to encourage students to continue pursuing a language if you ask me, but I guess that's his style.
I guess I might try for French level 2 in the next inter-sem but only if Evon agrees to share this woe with me.
It's a bittersweet farewell to bid.
I will miss the fun we had in class, interacting and learning more about each other. Evon said she found it all so ironic - that we were only with our French classmates for 5 weeks but we're already so much closer than compared to our bioscience tutorial group which we've been with for the past TWO YEARS. It's a pity we're not having as much fun studying biology as we are studying french. Then maybe, life in BS would be more enjoyable.
[Time of Confession] 11:59 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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