so… a month ago yesterday we closed on and moved into our house.
a month ago tomorrow i started an intensive french class.
and tomorrow… i take a three hour final.
if i pass this final with a b+ or higher i have satisfied one of my two language requirements.
i haven’t been stressing about it. i know what i know. i’ll do what i can do. and if i don’t pass that will suck, but… it is not the end of the world. i think i should pass. i did fairly well on my last two translations, both of which our teacher assures us were harder than our final will be. there is another task on the final that we only just practiced for the first time today. we have to read a three to five page article in French and write a brief summary of it. we will have an hour and a half for this task. i found our practice today to be daunting, but we had only half the amount of time we’ll have tomorrow and I got most of the way through both articles… i can do this. i’m sure i can. now i just need to do some yoga, breathe deeply, and sleep well.
some of my classmates have been feeling the waves of “do i belong here?” anxiety because of the pressure of having to arrive at competency in a language so quickly. the class has not had that effect on me (mostly because I have so much french in my background, i think, but also… possibly… because i’m trying to keep such waves at bay). but… i’m noticing that i’m not as vigorous a debater as my colleagues. i’m not as clear on my area of study. i’m more a storyteller and i’m more reserved. and this makes me wonder, sort of, if i belong. i imagine this will be all the more pronounced when i get into classes and colloquies. i am an articulate human being. i have opinions that i am capable of articulating. i can do this. i’m sure i can. now i just need to do some yoga, breathe deeply, and sleep well.
one month. wow.