| Thursday December 5th 2002 This week concluded another term of French classes. I've been taking them almost consistently since 1999, and I'm not sure how much help they're giving me, but I assume I'm further ahead than I was in highschool. Our written exam was Monday, after which my french teacher expressed firm disapproval of my performance. With that in mind I went into the speaking portion on Tuesday thinking I was in dire straits and managed to do fairly well. Only afterward did I discover my 'poor performance' on the written portion was an 84%. I can live with that kind of poverty. But I do thank her for encouraging me to do the oral exam preparation I desperately needed. I'm looking forward to next term (Bloque 10), since it will be a review of all previous material. Maybe I'll repeat that one for a while... I attended a conference on behalf of work yesterday and, as anticipated, accidentally left my hat and gloves behind. Rather glumly, I called the location after returning to work in hopes someone had found them. They called back a short time later and made arrangements with me to leave them in the cloak room, where I found them after work in a handy envelope with my name on it. My earnest thanks for that, much appreciated. And prior to that, on Tuesday, I'd finally become alarmed enough by this unusual lump on my chest to visit the drop-in clinic. As I'd hoped, it was nothing more than a pimple albeit a somewhat unusual one since there's no sign of it on the surface. Now I have some lovely antibiotics (read: horse pills) to take for it, the upside being they're having a nice effect on my complexion. I've never gotten the hang of swallowing pills, and I still chew them rather than swallow whenever I can. At least these taste better than Tylenol. Maybe. I've three stories to critique before I rendezvous with my new critique group on Monday. It's organized by the instructor ... ? ... ringleader ... ? ... mentor ... ? whatever she prefers, who instructed/ringled/tutored the courses I've taken previously and who's currently helping edit my novel draft. I assume it will be good company, and one meeting a month doesn't sound like too outrageous a time committment. Besides, I need something to keep my head in the writing world, which it's been skirting around all too often lately. That and excercise, which I don't seem to get much of anymore, at least until there's enough snow for skiis. Or running to catch my bus ... like what I should be doing now, for instance ... |