#professors?

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*clenches fis* one day katsuki will pay for the minutes I have slaved over on his hair,,,,one day

[two-tickets-to-paradise]

What is with bipolar professors?

This professor, the one that caused me soooo many issues on Wednesday (and nearly made me cry in frustration), talked to me after her second class today. 

Well, let's rewind to this morning when she pretty much nit-picked my grammar..and I must say, my grammar is not very good when I'm running on less than five hours of sleep, no caffeine, and I'm freaking out nervous about whether or not I'd be able to stay in this class. JUST SAYIN'. Her first class wasn't super bad, except for that. I was embarrassed by my horrendous early-morning grammar. 

Then I had my IR theory class. Four and a half pages of hastily handwritten notes later, I run out of there in an attempt to get to my second french class of the day.

Second French class makes me more nervous than the first sometimes since it's a conversation course. I get nervous when everyone is presenting their news stories. Someone presented the news story I'd anticipated on giving. (It was about the rising rate of violent robberies in West France.) The other two news stories weren't actual ~news~ stories. They were special interest stories that I found interesting. (More like "randomly picked because I'm lazy") The one I ended up presenting was about "boule de fort", a game very similar to bocce. What does the professor say to me? "Oh, my grandfather plays this all the time." What. I am magical. 

Then we talked about how to introduce yourself to people, blahblahblah.

After class, I'm talking to two other girls in the class about the class. The professor comes up to us and talks about it. I stay longer than the other two and tell the professor pretty much my entire life; what I'm looking to do, what I've done blahblahblah. She understands and offers me advice on how to do it all. I mentioned to her how I'm really fascinated by Canadian French and she says "Oh, you'd be working with Cynthia [Fox]." (AKA the professor that has the messiest office and worst email-answering habits.) She also suggested I spend a summer in Quebec. 

She was totally nice to me, it was crazy. I was so confused. Hey, it's all good. Hopefully she'll keep being nice to me.