A blackberry, while annoying with people constantly on theirs, is absolutely indispensable to a language student. Take, for instance, this morning.
I planned to have read through Antony and Cleopatra which we were going to discuss in English today, on the weekend. Instead I focused on our two 800-words-a-pop essays on the short stories and plays, which is due on Wednesday, the same day as my Philosophy test (and yes. I do have a waitressing shift on Tuesday evening.) Last night I stayed up doing philosophy homework, after the dresswashing, and went to bed after 12.
So basically, walking to English from my Philosophy tut, I had no real grasp of the play. Google: "Antony and Cleopatra". Second search result: Sparknotes. In the ten minutes before class started I gathered what the play was about and probably in a better extent than those who had struggled through Shakespeare's words. That's not to say that I won't read it, only that I haven't. Yet. Also, when asked to follow Act I Scene I, I could. Word for word and heavybook free!
Next up was French conversation. Emanuelle, our lecturer, wanted us to focus on: Mon rever et mon passion. My dreams and passions. Gosh.
So the only thing that came to mind was the most amazing, world renown concert about which I have heard and read many wonderful things. Glastonbury.
I want to go soooooo badly!
This is Vampire Weekend at Glastonbury 2010.
So this was my dream in French for today. To sound like a natural, and a smart arse, me and Google Translate did our thing and voilá! I was oh-so-knowledgeable when it was my turn to speak. Again, in my French tutorial later on, I was describing my day with nifty little phrases. To top it all off, I responded in length to a friend's French wall post in highly efficient and completely grammatical-error-free text!
Tonight, while I'm learning for Philosophy, I send a thought out to Nick and Wesley and the rest of our Ikey Tigers, and wish them well in their match against UJ!
