Fezzik In Paris

Two Americans, three cats, and too many places named "de Gaulle"

French has officially infiltrated my stress nightmares. Despite the fact that college will be nine years in the past as of May, I still periodically have the oh-shit-missed-an-exam/failed-an-exam/haven’t-attended-this-class-at-all-and-it’s-the-last-day-of-the-semester dream. Last night, however, brought an interesting variation: my high school German teacher was proctoring a French exam. I completed most of the exam, came to a …

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