La Victoire! (Finalement)

It might be possible for me to pass French this semester.

It's Wednesday afternoon, and I am sitting in French class with a massive headache. This is not surprising because I typically get migraines when I have to deal with idiocy or boring classes. My professor proceeds to pass out the Par Ecrit writing assignment. She finishes passing them out and walks to the front of the class when I realize she never handed mine back to me. Now I am freaking out, thinking that maybe she lost it, and now I'm going to have to REWRITE the Par Ecrit because of course she is going to say it's my fault...

As I am playing this internal worrying monologue, my professor starts reprimanding us, in French, for our horrible essays. I will provide a translated version of this conversation, as well as my internal thoughts in italics:

"I have to tell you, class, that these essays were not good. I can tell many of you rushed through them and did not pay attention to the prompt."
I totally did not answer this prompt.. what was I thinking watching the election results instead of starting on it earlier!?
"I probably should have given you all lower grades than I did but I think maybe I did not do a good job of explaining what I wanted in the essay"

Then, she picks up my blue writing folder from the table. I immediately recognize it because there is a large drawing of a star on the back that I did during class one day when I couldn't stand to listen to her rattle on about Senghor any longer.

Oh crap. She is going to say mine was the worst paper ever. I hope she doesn't read it in front of the class...
"D'accord, I thought one of you did very well on this assignment"
Wait... WHAT!?

Then, she proceeds to read my entire essay to the class, remarking on my wonderful use of vocabulary and lack of grammar mistakes. I am honestly, shocked. I think my face might have turned the same color pink as my scarf in that moment. Everyone in the class is looking around to see whose essay it is. Then, after she finishes reading it, she walks over and hands me my folder and everyone in the class looks as shocked as me because they all know I am HORRIBLE in French.

I don't know how this happened. But all I know is that (1) I have an awesome God and (2) He's making sure I don't fail French. And that's enough for me.

Lauren Helps Me Write My Paper...

This is what I get after I ask my sister to help me summarize some points to my research paper:

Story - Girl lives in NY, lush, slut, anorexic, shopaholic, works in clothing factory, cotton particles of fire in her lungs, roommate says she is going to get TB if she doesn’t let her momma her, bf = sickness, doesn’t listen, dances, TB, too much dancing, stops at TBA and read symptoms, so her own damn fault, bitch is dumb, doctor says go to the country, meets another TB victim, and had TB sex….leading to a super TB. Ew."


I think I'm going to have to get some one who actually knows a bit about history to help me with this one...