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I live upstairs a café, which isn't bad at all, cos it closes early. When it's nice outside they put chairs and tables on the street and there are always a lot of people enjoying the sun and their drinks. No problem. But yesterday they were sooo loud, for a Tuesday night. I couldn't hear the television. And on top of that I was starting to get a headache from the heat.
This morning I woke up at 6:20 because some guys were talking right under the window. I was so mad. It was as if they were waiting for a bus, but there isn't a bus that passes in the street. I must have been a teacher from hell today, as tired as I was...
I went to bed this afternoon. It felt good and I got rid of the most part of my headache. It's still slumbering there somewhere, though.
Had my French exam yesterevening. It was far too easy. Read everything once and Françoise hinted for the difficult questions. Which was okay or I would have done something strange for the Rousseau question: namely answer it with a book that we hadn't seen. She wanted Confessions. I was aiming for Emile, ou de l'éducation, but refrained just in time. Handed in rather quickly. Have to do an oral exam next week and read a book for it. I'm still deciding which book.
On Saturday I have an exam for my teacher's training. That's way more important than getting a good grade on my knowledge of French culture and civilisation. I've written a paper for this course, which is 50% of the total grade. I worked so hard on the thing, that I don't think it'll be necessary to aim for the high marks now. As long as I've got something of a 12 or a 14 I must be okay. So that's my work for the next couple of days: study for my exam (and do I feel up to it... *sigh*).
This morning I woke up at 6:20 because some guys were talking right under the window. I was so mad. It was as if they were waiting for a bus, but there isn't a bus that passes in the street. I must have been a teacher from hell today, as tired as I was...
I went to bed this afternoon. It felt good and I got rid of the most part of my headache. It's still slumbering there somewhere, though.
Had my French exam yesterevening. It was far too easy. Read everything once and Françoise hinted for the difficult questions. Which was okay or I would have done something strange for the Rousseau question: namely answer it with a book that we hadn't seen. She wanted Confessions. I was aiming for Emile, ou de l'éducation, but refrained just in time. Handed in rather quickly. Have to do an oral exam next week and read a book for it. I'm still deciding which book.
On Saturday I have an exam for my teacher's training. That's way more important than getting a good grade on my knowledge of French culture and civilisation. I've written a paper for this course, which is 50% of the total grade. I worked so hard on the thing, that I don't think it'll be necessary to aim for the high marks now. As long as I've got something of a 12 or a 14 I must be okay. So that's my work for the next couple of days: study for my exam (and do I feel up to it... *sigh*).
