I learnt french from an early age, so I know it pretty well. However, once I left the french school I was going to, I had a number of tutors* who all had different agendas, so now that I am taking french in High School, my french teacher is always exasperated how I can speak and read so much better than anyone else in class, but can\'t write for poo. Luckily, my french final today was widly over easy, what was meant to be a 2 hour ordeal ended up taking 15 minutes for the class to finish, and the stuff was dead easy anyway. yey!
*My most recent tutor, Simone, was my nemesis. We hated each other! She would always ask me which one of my sister and I was the stupid one, and then inform me I was. I was always messing with her back, like the time I drew pen on my hand under the table until it turned black, and she asked me to go wash it off, at which point I wetted my hand and smeared it all over my face. Or the time I took her lozenges when she was out of the room, and stuck them into holes I made in the fruit on the table. Or the time I made a sign that said \"Help! this woman is crazy!\" and stuck it behind her curtains in the window. Or when I always hid her pencils. Or when I took my gameboy and turned the super mario theme up so it was barely audible, and hid it in the room, so that from time to time she asked if I could hear something. Or when I changed the time on her clock. or how my sister and I would carefully erase parts of the homework she gave us. Or how we would draw rude pictures in the book. Or....
Wow, I really did start ranting there. Everything I said is true however! Good times....lol