Feet-ah (spelled phonetically).

This has been the worst week of the semester. By leaps and bounds.

It's only Tuesday.

I have no money. No time. No right wrist.

I am officially failing a class for the very first time in my life. 47% in French. 3% stands between me and fulfilling the last of my language requirements.

I wrote a 2500 word paper last night. A 2000 one the night before.

Tomorrow I have a French interview and I don't speak French. It is 10% of my grade and right now, 10% makes a hell of a difference.

This weekend I am supposed to move. Yes, move all of the shit I have accumulated these past three years. I have to come up with a month's rent.

Monday I have a dictée, another 10% I desperately need.

Tuesday another 2500 word paper.

I can't think because when I do I realize I am ruined.


Oh, and I sprained my wrist. Why not.

Lundi, mardi, mercredi.

Dear jeudi,

You are the dumbest day EVER and I never remember you when I’m rhyming off the jours de la semaine. Get a life, jeudi, I hate you.

Love,
ANGLAIS Sarah