It's Wednesday again, which means a day with only one three-hour class: langue française écrite. I've come to love Wednesdays for this reason alone. Of all the classes I'm taking, écrite is the only class I feel remotely confident in. I always leave this class feeling that I've learned something - sure it might be something as little as being able to as the word for flowerbed (parterre) or knowing that I don't have to say "pas" with negations involving certain verbs (oser/savoir/cesser/pouvoir) - but it's something. And these days I tend to hold tightly to the things I've learned, proof of my growth.
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