Why are exam pieces so boring?

It may have been a bad idea to choose L'Etranger for Francais class. It may have been a bad idea to be in the class in the first place. It seems like a really good book AND it came with about 100 pages of notes at the end, but I find myself looking up every seventh word. I'm trying to be good and look them up in the Petit Robert instead of a French-English dictionary, but sometimes the definitions themselves are too complicated for my little anglophone mind to process.

Take this one: I had forgotten what the word vis meant, so I looked it up. Here's what it said: tige de metal, de bois, presentant une partie saillante en helice. Do you know what it said in the French-English dictionary, friends? Screw.

I'm sure the first explanation is far better if you're one of those people who don't get a headache when looking at saillante and helice in the same sentence, but sadly this has been the story of my life for a little while. I've read a grand total of five pages.

The marriage booth today was insane. We counted up our earnings at the end, which came to eight fiftyish...a considerable profit even after subtracting the cost of the pipe cleaners, and especially considering that most of that was donations. Yay for leadership! The Grade Eights (as I predicted) went a little bit crazy about it. That guy Charlie who was married five times? Yeah. And Alanna went a little bit crazy when we ran out of pre-printed certificates and had to begin writing up our own. Insemination, anyone?

Also, it helps to have contacts in the office. And Alicia is great at wedding vows.

I think extended homeroom has been the best part of the day all this week. I have become very attached to my tri-Marco Salle 314. After school I unfortunately didn't have much time to stick around, but Alicia and I talked a bit. I'm sorry I haven't been writing much this week or today...it's been a tough five days, I suppose.

Well, I think we knew this would happen eventually.