French Progress and Fear of a Possible Gambling Addiction

My intensive language class is finished! While it was fun while it lasted, I'll be glad to not have 30 hours of French a week. Although, my vocabulary has expanded. I'll give examples.

Pre-Bootcamp: I like dogs. (J'aime les chiens.)
Post-Bootcamp: I think dogs are great, but I'm going to kill the next dog that poops on the street. (Je pense que les chiens sont très bien, mais je vais touer le prochain chien qu'il merde dans la rue.)

Pre-Bootcamp: I'm wearing a yellow shirt. (Je porte une chemise jeune.)
Post-Bootcamp: I just spilled nutella all over my shirt. Now I'm going to have to clean it, but I hate the washing machines. They're too expensive. Should I just buy a new shirt? (J'ai renversé nutella sur ma chemise. Maintenant, je vais avoir à le nettoyer, mais je déteste les machines à laver. Ils sont trop chers. Devrais-je acheter une nouvelle chemise?)

Pre-Bootcamp: I like this movie. (J'aime ce film.)
Post-Bootcamp: I like this movie because the actor in it is really hot. I'd like to be his girlfriend. Do you know his phone number? (J'aime ce film parce que le acteur est très beau. Je voudrais être sa petite amie. Est-ce que vous connaissez son numéro de téléphone?)

Pre-Bootcamp: I can't work with him. (Je ne peux pas travailler avec lui.)
Post-Bootcamp: This guys is an idiot. Can I please have a new partner? Preferably one with a brain. (Ce mec est bête. Puis-je avoir un nouveau partenaire? Je préfère quelqu'un avec un cerveau.)

When I thanked my teacher after class today, she told me I had improved a lot. She also said I no longer turn bright red and stutter when I speak, and that I should be proud of this. I hope to learn even more in the coming months. I've learned a lot of swear words, too, but I've already stated that I'm going to keep this PG. But really, you don't truly know a language until you can swear at someone on the train. Not that I've done that.

I'm going to be MIA this weekend. I'm going to Nice and I'm not taking my computer. I'm hoping it stays safe. My roommate is the nicest person ever, so I doubt she'll steal it and sell it on the black market. But then again, you never know. It's the nice ones you've got to watch out for.

I have to be gone by six tomorrow, so I'm off to sleep now. I'll tell you all on Monday of my grand Carnival adventures. I think a few of us might stop by Monaco, so there's a chance I'll be asking for cash donations for the "Save Meghan From Absolute Poverty Due to Her Gambling Problems" fund. Though the only time I've ever really gambled, I had to stop after 75 cents because I felt like I was spending too much (but I won a dollar, so that was a plus). I think I should be ok.