Today at 8h30 we were to receive the results of our Sorbonne language placement test. We ended up all being herded into a class where they unceremoniously read names out and then asked those people to leave to collect their books and follow their prof to their appointed classroom.
My name was in the 3rd group called, niveau avancé. I dutifully followed the mass of students leaving, collected my textbook, and walked behind the prof to 6 rue du Fourarre. When the class actually started I was surprised to find myself knowing more than I thought I did and speaking more easily than I remember doing in Nantes.
At the end of the course I noticed a little pamphlet for enrolling for a semester with the Sorbonne. I grabbed it, telling myself I can never be too sure what the future holds.
My name was in the 3rd group called, niveau avancé. I dutifully followed the mass of students leaving, collected my textbook, and walked behind the prof to 6 rue du Fourarre. When the class actually started I was surprised to find myself knowing more than I thought I did and speaking more easily than I remember doing in Nantes.
At the end of the course I noticed a little pamphlet for enrolling for a semester with the Sorbonne. I grabbed it, telling myself I can never be too sure what the future holds.
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