That was the grade on my first weekly grammar test. I was both proud and appalled: appalled that I didn't score at least 10 out of 20 and that on the last 2 sections (where I thought I had done pretty well) I got NONE right at all (some of my mistakes were very minor but enough to count against me, while others were pretty big mistakes). And proud because on the first two sections, I managed to get most of them RIGHT, despite thinking I had totally fucked up. I even correctly conjugated three verbes in tenses that have been unfamiliar to me before the past two weeks, so THAT was a minor miracle in itself. Georges says 8/20 isn't so bad, and I guess it's not failing. But, clearly -- there is room for improvement. No surprise to me. Memorisation and tests are not my strength in life.
Happily, I have 2 hours this afternoon (starting as soon as I finish this quick post) to WORK ON MY BOOK in a café called L'Ecritoire (The Writing Desk) -- how perfect, yes? So, let me go and make the most of it.
P.S. A happy little wave to Melinda with thanks for a delightful lunch!
