
Must really avoid taking that Human Kinetics and Recreation class next semester.
It's a really fascinating subject, but not one I want to do with the only professor (and I use the term loosely, very very loosely) who offers it. I honestly can't stand his classes. The guy's okay... but man, does he ever make me want to skip classes.
Of course, this is the man who walked out in the middle of my presentation and didn't even apologise. I have no problems with him needing to leave, but that's just rude, especially since he's grading me. I was SO tempted to just say "Sorry, you missed the end, that was it" when he came back.
I want to take a French class, but I also don't want to go into "Intro to University French". I've seen the work for those classes. Easy A? Oh yeah.
But... geeze. The final exam was "Write eight sentences on what you plan to do over winter break." My roommate wrote: "I will go snowboarding. I will eat turkey. I will play cards."...and got an A. I did that when I was seven.
So what I'm going to do is write the professor of the Intermediate course (the highest level being offered next semester that fits my timeslot), in French, saying, in essence: Look. I can do this. There is really no point in taking the intro courses. I did the francophone French program and passed it in Quebec. Granted, I had to do the written portion twice. Look, here's a scan of my report from that year. My spoken French is excellent. I can even come very close to affecting a European accent - I can do everything but get rid of the Quebec hiss after a hard T. I don't want to, but I can. PLEASE help me wangle something."
This is not the teacher who looked down his nose at me when he heard my accent (which is not particularly thick Quebec, as I had a teacher from France in high school). This is someone who, by all accounts, is entirely reasonable.
*note to self - teacher is from France. Remember to use 'vous' to be polite.