Tuesday mornings, as you all should be well-informed of already, I have Cognition class which is the only Master's class I'm taking.
I thought I was going to write a research paper for this course and I had the super quality plan to just write down the oral research I'm doing for Epistemology. I wasn't super excited to do it, but I already wrote that one research paper in French about oral story-telling as a way to promote the cultural movements of Negritude and Creolite (and of course how they differed in their use) so really is this any different?
However, I spoke again to the professor and asked if in a couple weeks I could turn in a first draft and have her let me know if that was what she was looking for. As it turns out, she doesn't actually want me to write a research paper, just a synthese (accent grave on the first e). A synthese is this mysterious written document that French students write that I don't even know what you would call it in English. We talked about it during that first two-week course I took in August, and even practiced writing part of one.
It's basically where you take two articles and pit them against each other with a very specific structure. It is probably the easiest writing assignment ever, aside from maybe an AP Bio essay. (oh you used a vocab word, one point!!) I already have instructions on how to write one, and an example. Woohoo!
She even told me which two authors she wanted me to pull articles from, and the main themes she was looking for.
I went immediately to the library. Mostly to return a book that was due, but ALSO to try and find these articles from the bibilographie.
Some of the articles had urls listed, so I could just find them online (or maybe even through Wartburg....) so I focused on searching out paper ones. Paper's better than print when you're trying to smush two articles together I think, and I still can't figure out how to get the computer to send things to the printer, or where on Earth that copy shop was that I went to before. #embarrassed.
The paper articles turned out to be actually books and both down at Bordeaux Montaigne--where I was heading on Wednesday to get that other book for the Epistemology research!! Victory!
I went home then and ate some food.
In Varietes we didn't do a specific theme of words, but worked on the difference between the standard and colloquial versions of common phrases along with somewhat offensive rhetorical questions like: "Are you the police?!" "Could I be waiting any longer?!" "Are you really that stupid?!" "You wanna go?! (as in like fighting--not to Pizza Hut or whatevs)" and other sorts of quality things you would want to know if people are shouting them at you on the street. Very useful.
From there I went to FLE down at Talence and it was the most boring thing ever. We did poetry the entiiiiiiire time. I don't like poetry. It does not intrigue me. Least of all French poetry that will never affect me in my real life that we are spending 30 minutes on for each poem to learn vocabulary about poems and then have to listen to it being sung by a French opera man. No thank you, I will pass on that next time.
I did learn, however, that we do not have FLE the next two weeks, which now leaves my Tuesday and Thursday nights free. Unfortunately, the only reason I do things during the week is generally because people go and do something after FLE. Eh. I'll figure it out. Everyone will be gone for Toussaint anyways.
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