Translation: Fuck my life, I hate my French teacher.
I have a 'speaking exam' tomorrow. I normally don't mind them- I haven't scored below a 96/100 on them ever, this being my fifth year in French.
NOT ONE PERSON KNOWS THE GOD-FORSAKEN PROMPT.
There is no prep time. Apparently, we literally get told a subject to talk about, and then we go up in front of the class and speak. For who-knows-how-goddamn-long.
It wouldn't suck so much if tomorrow wasn't the last day before fall break.
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