Oh La Lauren

Je vais m’en sortir

s’en sortir is a new idiomatic expression i just learned. It means to pull through, to cope, or to get by. thanks to Mme Maître for introducing me to this one.

for some reason, today all of my stress about finals sneaked up on and attacked me. im at the point where im so stressed i cant breathe / want to cry. within the next 4 weeks i have to:

*Write a sociology paper (8 pages)

*Figure out what my sociology final is and study for it

*Write a linear analysis of a poem (8 pages)

*Do an in-class analysis of a poem (3 hours)

*Study for this fucking in-class analysis for which mme millet won’t let me use my bilingual version of Les Fleurs du Mal

*Study for my atelier d’écriture final

*Figure out what my History of Paris final is

*Study for History of Paris final

It’s the Paris VII stuff that’s got me the most concerned. Why is Millet a fucking bitch who is making me write an 8 page paper in addition to the sur table I am going to fail?! Why is Baudelaire such a moody mofo? I seriously want to cry. Why does all of the work have to happen NOW and why is there so much of it and why is it all not in English? Ok, well, the last part of that I can answer. But I’m so so stressed. Waaaah.

Oh and also why is it impossible to get meeting slots with the SBC tutors? I mean, I love them, I love Mme Maître especially, but why is it ok for them to only have meetings for 3 hours once a week considering there are 72 of us?