"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Friday, January 28, 2011

I hate French a little more each day...

I just have to say I am really irked by all the instructions for everything for my French class being in French. I am so dang lost on if we have to go to the speaking lab and take an oral exam by Tuesday. Or how to sign up. Or what day our in class exam is. And the instructions he often rushes through after the bell rings. ALL IN FRENCH. Gah! I think I'd rather do math or science for my major than this dumb foreign language crap.

Sorry. Had to vent. My headache is killing me.
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