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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