what i learned in french class

Chere Amie,

Comment-vas tu? Est-ce que tu vas bien? Je m'appelle Patricia. Je suis etudiante a l'universite "University of Texas-Pan American." J'ai 36 ans et j'ai deux filles. Mes filles sont tres sociables. Mon mari est tres agreable, aussi. Je voudrais parler francais parce que j'aime le francais! Je veux voyager en France un jour. Un jour je veux etre professeur de litterature ou histoire americain en France. J'etudie l'histoire americain, la litterature, et le francais ce semestre. J'aime beaucoup l'historie, aussi.

Voici mon emploi du temps. Le lundi, le mecredi, et le vendredi je vais a l'universite. A neuf heures moins le quart, je vais a mon cours d' historiography. Le professeur c'est Dr. Faubion. Apres mon cours d'historiography, je vais a mon cours du Francais. Mon professeur c'est Madame Fara. Ensuite, je vais a mon cours de l'litterature a onze heures moins le quart. Mon professeur c'est Dr. Laprade. Apres mon cours de l'litterature, je vais manger. J'ai une heure et demie pour manger. Ensuite je vais a mon derniere cours de l'histoire avec mes professeurs Dr. Weaver et Dr. Faubion. Apres tous mes cours, je suis tres fatiguee!

qu'est que vous pensez?


voici une photo de ma famille:

almost dead..umm... i mean done

i am in the final lap of this miserable semester. i took my final in historiography today, and i feel incredibly stupid! can you imagine missing the same question THREE TIMES??? yes, that is exactly what i did. mind you, i studied yesterday. i have this grayish mass in between my two ears that kept telling me the wrong answer. for some inexplicable reason, i kept using this word association thing that didn't give me the right answer. Braudel was a proponent of macrohistory. but, much to my desperate chagrin, i kept wanting to say that braudel=broad which meant microhistory. seriously, i think that if i took the test again tomorrow, i WOULD STILL GET IT WRONG!!!

on another note, i dropped a maymester course that i had foolishly signed up for. what was i thinking that i could get my girls to school by 7:20 a.m. every day for three weeks. it was a fail proof way to disaster. plus, once i remembered all of the end of the school year assemblies and celebrations, i figured i would have to miss most of them. i really didn't want to miss these special days that will never return.

so, then, i have to ask myself, "who cares if i'm 50 years old and decrepit by the time i get a bachelor's degree?"