I'm so WORRIED I'll be in crap.

Well, I have finally sent a letter to the director (female). So, hopefully she/my prof doesn't hate me, since I've talked with some of you about the problems I've had with my french course.

Here is the letter I wrote:

Bonjour XXXXX,

Je suis un étudiant dans le FLE (élémentaire), et je voudrais parler avec toi parce que les étudiants avancé dans cette niveau ont une problème avec la vitesse du cours du français, donc, après parler avec quelque les autres étudiants, je voudrais trouver une solution agréable pour nous. =)

S'il vous plaît m'écrire moi si vous pouvez trouver le temps pour moi.

Merci,

Brennan

(ENGLISH VERSION)


Hello XXXXX,

I am a student in the FLE (elementary level), and I would like to speak with you because the advanced students in this level have a problem with the speed of the course, therefore, after speaking with some other students, I would like to find a solution that is good for us.
Please write me if you can find the time for me.

Thanks,

Brennan


I just realized I made one mistake with it, though (stupid 'toi', geez) but other than that, it's alright? Do you think it sounded nice enough?? You think I don't sound like a terrible human being??? Oh crap, I hope I'm not stirring the pot. We'll have to see what happens, I guess. =/

I keep being told by people I speak really nice french, which is really disconcerting. I kinda hate that. =/ I want people to correct my terrible accent. REALLY. (Wait until Ralph comes here, and is like, "How is that french?" Sigh.

Well, today is phonetics, so that WILL happen, and I haven't slept because I've been up all night worrying, so I'll speak french with a bad accent, it's in the cards. I wish I wasn't up all night, but when you have really mixed feelings, it's hard to sleep. For me, anyways. And I have so much insomnia these days it's really not much of a change. So it's alright. =)

Anyways, it's all fun and games until you forget to buy a book for your course. Sigh. SIGH. Anyways, whatever. It happens. =) "It's the life," as my roomate Steve would say. Har har.

It's the life.