French In Action

Today in French class, I went up to my prof and asked what class I should take next semestre. It's kind of difficult because there are only a few classes being offered. She said that I was "a pretty good student." That comment made me do jumping jacks in my head, "YAY! I'm a good student!" And then I thought, "Wait. She said, 'pretty good'. She qualified it." She said that I might be able to handle one of the harder classes, but that she'll get back to me. So, I really can't wait until next semestre. Yay for learning foreign languages!

I was watching a bit of tv with L., and we came across this French instructional program called "French In Action", a sort of teaching aid for students. We watched it a bit, and there was this guy who looked just like Mike but without glasses. I freaked and was all to L., "That's him! That's what Mike looks like! How bizarre!" We laughed at the coincidence. And then I was swooning because French Mike was speaking French. Be still my heart...

And then, later, I found out something else that's bizarre and coincidental--I have the same flight number for tomorrow as I did when I left on Thursday. Flight 384. Same flight time too. Weird. I don't know why I'm so sensitive to these things, I just am. I don't think it's a sign or anything, it's just weird how connected and repetitive things are.

Or maybe I'm still hung up on this whole thing, and I'm just seeing things that aren't there. Elaine, listen to the voice of reason, you will never see this person again, and it's better this way. You don't want to see this person again. That one meeting was all that you needed, and nothing more. Leave it. Let it be unique. Let it stand out. Remember that time, but always look forward because the future is beautiful, the future is beautiful...

Sorry, I just had to reassure myself.

I cut myself in intro. to archaeology with an obsidian flake. We had an awesome guest lecturer, a prof from UC Berkeley who came to make some rock tools for us. He had all this obsidian and other rocks and made these really neat flakes and handaxes right in front of us. It was so cool. They were passing the flakes around, and stupid me, I grabbed the wrong end and cut my thumb. You wouldn't think a rock would be so sharp...I didn't make a scene or anything, but I quickly stuck my thumb in my mouth and sucked out the blood. It hurt so bad! After the lecture, we all got to take some flakes home. Pretty neat. This one girl got to take home one of the handaxes because she got the highest grade on the last test!! I was so heartbroken. I was in the top ten. Oh well...