"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

Monday, March 7, 2011

French Oral

~Every American child should grow up knowing a second language, preferably English.
~Mignon McLaughli

Oh Mondays... haha, no, today hasn't been too bad. I love this rainy weather and the day went by pretty fast. I actually felt like I knew what was going on in French-which was kind of nice. And I'm trying to get ahead on my reading for the week so I can focus on my British Lit paper due Thursday.

The worst part of today had to be that dang French Oral test. It combined my hatred of French, my horrible test taking skills, and my fear of being recorded. Ya, I was so looking forward to that. I don't particularly like talking to the computer... haha, well... in French and saying what they want me to say. But talking to the computer in a room full of silent people=not fun at all.

And I didn't help that two girls from my class were there as well-then they could hear how bad a truly am. Wonderful. Well, haha, it's not like they couldn't tell before. I was kind of glad when my sound system didn't work and I got to go to the far side of the room in the dark with no one around so I wouldn't disturb the others.

I totally blanked though. I had no idea what to say and I started messing up my verbs and I couldn't go back and fix them and my teacher can just go through and hear all my mistakes. I hated the oral exams where we met with the teacher, but they were better than this...

So, if I fail the oral, I wouldn't be surprised.
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