University is not meant to be played with, my darlings. As much as I’m enjoying my time in school, the amount of readings I have to do each week ruins my eyes (ever seen Frankenstein in real life?). I also tend to appear in class ten minutes after discussions have started, which doesn’t bode well for the participation component of my academic assessment. However, having been notorious for my tardiness since I was seven, I have unfortunately become immune to this.
The more pressing issue I guess, would be trying to hand in my French essays on time. J’essaie pour finir mes essais. Ha ha. Very funny. I’ve been placing French at the bottom of my priority list now, but after that midterm… I’m going to speak French whenever I talk to myself now. Oui, je dois.
Have I also told you how difficult it is to write a decent Literature essay? I’ve never been trained in argumentative writing, because my teachers felt that our Normal Poor Asian English wouldn’t stand a chance against those Crazy Rich Asian English. Which leaves me fighting to stay afloat in the rough seas. Whenever I think I’ve written something presumably awe-inspiring, my tutors’ comments feel like splashes of ice-cold water. It’s really sobering. It shows just how much work I have to do in order to catch up with my peers. Cheers to the three essays knocking at my door now.
With slightly more than a month to go before the examinations and the end of the semester, je devrai faire plus d’efforts.