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Thursday, June 02, 2005

Quandary

I can't make up my mind if I'm ecstatic or forlorn.

It's my last French lesson tomorrow.

It's a good thing in many ways:
There'll be no more...

1. Late nights trying to finish writing all my french notes
2. Early mornings trying to get up at 7am after a sleepless night
3. Lugging the heavy books to and from school
4. Freezing in the room aka the North pole
5. Having to put up with the cranky moodswings of my tutor
6. Having to bear with the extreme views of my opinionated tutor (and having to stop myself from kicking him each time I hear something I don't like)
7. Having to mug for the numerous tests and worry about them
8. Having to do the tests
9. Having to wait excrutiatingly for him to mark the tests on the spot - makes me extremely nervous.
10. Having to survive his very blazing glare whenever he talks or asks questions

But...

I do enjoy learning french, or any other languages at that.
I like having something to do, something to be busy with.
It's fun taking lessons with a good friend and we've had our amusing times.
I've got really interesting classmates who never fail to make me laugh during lessons.
It's nice sometimes, to hear about the stories and experiences of my tutor. It's like travelling the world within those 4 walls.
And I'll have to admit that he's got some intriguing and fascinating anecdotes too.

I'm torn.

[Time of Confession] 10:58 AM
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