The grades on my assignments today in French writing weren't that great and today was the first graded assignment in French oral - I didn't understand it the first listen and the third was only marginally better. So by the time I was done with class for the day at 12h30, I was completely doubting my ability to ever speak, write, or listen to French and wanted to do nothing more than go back to my room and hide until class tomorrow.
Then I remembered I had agreed to go with my friend Darryl to E. Leclerc to pick up some things.
As we wandered the aisles, picking up things we didn't really need and then putting them back as common sense kicked in, I gradually felt the tension leave my body until I couldn't really remember what I was so stressed about to begin with.
This is the way of stress: it exists in the moment and then when it passes, nothing exists but the memory of it.
Riding the tram back to my dorm I decided that I was tired of waiting for change. Time to seek it out on my own. Tomorrow I am going out and buy the French grammar book the teacher recommended and I am setting up weekly coffees with Ge to practice speaking French.
Nothing like a bit of wandering to put the world in perspective again.
Then I remembered I had agreed to go with my friend Darryl to E. Leclerc to pick up some things.
As we wandered the aisles, picking up things we didn't really need and then putting them back as common sense kicked in, I gradually felt the tension leave my body until I couldn't really remember what I was so stressed about to begin with.
This is the way of stress: it exists in the moment and then when it passes, nothing exists but the memory of it.
Riding the tram back to my dorm I decided that I was tired of waiting for change. Time to seek it out on my own. Tomorrow I am going out and buy the French grammar book the teacher recommended and I am setting up weekly coffees with Ge to practice speaking French.
Nothing like a bit of wandering to put the world in perspective again.
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