December 7th

Today was my last day of Arthurian Literature. It made my so very sad. Unfortunately we had a pop-quiz, super, but apparently it was hard for the French students. Pretty sure that my professor will take it easy on me. I did try though, without a dictionary too. After the quiz was a lecture, then a speech, then a lecture. I understood the lectures close to perfectly. Not bad. The speech not as much, I followed bits but the students need to work on the monotone. In English I have trouble following robotic class speeches, they are just too dull. Still I felt a ping of sadness when my teacher wished us all a good winter break and luck on our final exams. She also spoke with me and asked how long I was staying in France. I told her probably July. She said that it was fantastic that I was staying and that she hopes I enjoy Le Havre. GAH! Now I'm sad. I really liked that class, it sucks that it's now over. Oh well, all good things must come to an end. That was the bittersweet part of my day. The following event was tragic. I cannot believe what I did, how stupid I was. Here I thought that everything would be fine, what could wrong? Well this must be karma or something biting me in the ass coupled with pure stupidity. My Blackhawks, I am so sorry. I gravel at your skates and kiss your blades in forgiveness. Believe me I didn't mean to dye my Blackhawks blanket pink! I thought that my red sheets would be fine with my red blanket, but I forgot one thing. Cheap sheets bleed color regardless of temperature. I am so so so SO very sorry. I still love my blanket, although it is now a light shade of pink. At least it wasn't my Toews jersey. Still, of all the colors, pink. Surely this is punishment enough for whatever bad deed that I committed. All I can do is look on the brightside. Crap, there really isn't one.