It's back-to-school for me. Oh, not as a full-time student, no no no. I've taken it upon myself to "étudier le français". It's a weekly three-hour lesson, and I must say, I'm pretty excited about it.
School isn't what it used to be, however. Keep in mind that I haven't been in school for over 14 years (yikes!). Back in the old days, we couldn't register online because the Internet wasn't so widely used. Now that you've got some background, I'll proceed to explain just how I ended up with oeuf on my visage.
Mme Bellair told us outright that we'd have homework each week. Fine, no problem. She also mentioned that such homework would be posted on the BLACKBOARD for all of us to review. Fine, no problem. She then proceeded to continue with the lesson. Fine, no problem.
I sat there, with my notebook & pen (though it felt more like I was holding a stone tablet & chisel...HELLO OLD LADY!) & waited for her to put the homework up on the board. With only twenty minutes remaining in the class, I finally piped up to figure out when this assignment would be outlined on the blackboard. She kindly explained that I should "check back tomorrow, Stephanie". Hmmmmm....Not fine, big problem....I only attend classes on Wednesday. "Uh, Mme Bellair, how am I supposed to check back tomorrow if I'm not at school on Thursday? Can't you just put it up there now?"
Ready for the oeuf? Here it comes...
"Mais non, Stephanie! You LOG ON to your BLACKBOARD ONLINE and I'll post all assignments there. You DO know how to use the Internet, don't you?" EHEM...MAIS OUI!
So there you have it.... Now where oh where did I put my reading glasses and dentures?
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