This is how my french tutor introduced herself:
"Bonjour! My name is Jacqueline LeSage....although my students like to call me wacky jacky (pause) which is better then wacko jacko I suppose (pause for laughs)...i mean, i have the same skin pigmentation as him, but I dont like little boys..."

Telling us where her office is:
"the Menzies building...you know, that beaughtiful, warm, great building Stallin built..." (the building looks like a slab of grey concrete with windows).

Then she proceeded to kiss us all (because thats how french people greet each other. I'm used to that, though, so I was less freaked out by that than the rest of the class) and tell us that she is the number one bitch.

After meeting her, and my other tutor - the one that does the tutorials, the one I'm telling you about does the seminars - I'm inclined to think the french are a tad on the insane side. Also that french women have minimal to no boobs...although my my tutorial teacher appears to be less flamboyantly insane that the seminar teacher.  

Lol...at one point in the tutorial the teacher - Nadie Butcher - was explaining some of the french customs and how they interact ie 'the french people love acknowlegement...the french people love to shake hands...the french people actually want to know the answer when they ask how you are..." i became half-convinced that if she had said "When greeting a french person, drop to your knees and preform oral sex on them. The french people love that." the other students in the class would have written it down without a second thought, thats how serious they were being (I mean, geeez...lighten up lol)

Also, my journalism lecturer rocks. She's fecking fantastic. I might actually enjoy journalism thanks to her.




Have yet to buy my books. First half of my scholarship money check came though, so I should be alright. One of my french books alone costs 190.75 :(