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Le francais est trés difficile pour moi.
It was 3 years ago when I graduated from junior high that I started to learn french. It only lasted a month. Then, 3 years later, now I've graduated from senior high and there's time for me to continue my study of french. But unfortunately, what I learned the first day in the french class was that I had forgotten nearly everything about french except for the pronounciation. Then I struggled. I couldn't follow the teacher so I reviewed the lessons I learnt 3 years ago. I'm glad that I'm getting through this.
In classes given by Chinese teacher, it's mainly about grammar. In classes given by Maurice Jacque, it's absolutely french. I find it hard to follow him word by word though in all, I understand what he means. He usually wants us to explain some particular words, in french, but all I could do is to find something similiar from english. I just can't talk in french! This is too bad.
Deux
Maurice est un grand homme.
He's really strong, physically. One thing maybe indicates a little french of him is he forms a small tail with his hair.
In the morning today, we should have begun classes around 9 am. But Maurice was about 20 mins late. He explained that the lock on his door was broken and he didn't find out until he was to leave. So he spoke to those security stuff but nobody understood him. Pauvre Maurice! Naturally, he extended today's class by 25 mins to make up for the lost time.
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On n'elle aime pas.
There's this around 21-year-old girl in the french class. Her voice is loud and clear. She's not afraid of asking questions, no matter smart or stupid, and she doesn't care if it's in the middle of the class. After a few attempts to break the fluency of the class, which she succeeded anyway, she annoyed some of the fellow students. For me, she's too eager to know the answer to the question that pops up in her mind. In some cases, Miss Zou had just finished explaining something difficult thoroughly, this girl asked the same question right the way. She seemed to be too devoted in making notes that she hadn't heard any of the teacher's words. I can't say I'm annoyed but I think that was impolite, pausing the class just to answer your questions, and sometimes, stupid quesions. She should've left those to after-class.
Then in Maurice's second class, when Maurice was talking about voyelles and consonnes or something like that, she demanded Maurice to teach something more difficult. She thought what we were learning was too easy and we shoudn't waste time in those because there were so many lessons following. Another one or two agreed with her. Maurice asked us to vote whether we should go faster. I was neutral. She said in a even louder tone to make other agree with her. Maurice then said seriously, "I want everybody's opinion, not your opinion!" I wasn't sure about the '!' but it was the loudest tone Maurice had used. Finally, she couldn't get her way.
The next morning, I came back to the classroom, found this "教室是大家的教室，老师是大家的老师。请某位同学自重，否则，面斥不雅。" on the blackboard. It was cruel! Other students were also surprised. My deskmate told me it was written by a 'teacher'. I couldn't figure out whom she meant. There she came. No expressions on her face. She went out for water, then came back, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote "每个人都有表达意见的权利。当面不说，背后议论，毛主席说是小人。" It became a drama. The peak of emotion had come and gone. After that, there were much less questions from her during class. Later, I've discovered that she came to class by an old bicycle that resembles my grandpa's.
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J'ai un nouveau téléphone portable Nokia N78.
I'm really satisfied with it. Starting my communication net :)
Cinq
J'aime bien Pet Shop Boys.
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Télé: Saison Deux de Mad Men(AMC)!