The Last Day of the Twentieth Year of Meghan

My brain is too exhausted for actual English paragraphs, so I’m writing in list form today. Parts are just me ranting, so bare with me.


1. Bootcamp does not equal a French party. It was named properly.

2. 6 hours of French a day is... a lot of French.

3. Bootcamp will be 3 weeks, not 2. Shelley lied. Bad Shelley.

4. That’s 90 hours of French in 3 weeks.

5. Merde.

6. I understood everything up until hour 5 when everyone started talking about the French school system and then my brain shut down of its own accord. Thing I learned: the French go to school.

7. In French there are three million exceptions to every rule. It gets to the point where you’re like “Ok guys, if it only applies to three things it’s not really a rule, it’s a coincidence.”

8. I’ve already found grammar errors in this entry that I’m not going to fix. I know, I’m such a rebel.

9. I bought a frying pan and a plate, and both made it to the foyer unharmed.

10. I cooked food.

11. I’m kind of jealous of the kid who doesn’t speak French because when asked what he did today in class the response was, “I had so much fun! We played games and went on a tour and I learned the French word for monster!” which he then proceeded to pronounce incorrectly. I feel like he’s going to preschool and I’m going to big kid school. Everyone knows preschool is more fun. You get naptime.

12. Naps. We need to bring those back.


Well, I’m off to do homework and then crash. Sleep how I love thee…