happy french

YYYYYAAAAAHHHHOOOOO!!!!! WWWEEEEPPPPPYYYYYY!!!!! WEEEHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH!!!! HHHOOOOOHHHHHAAAAA!!!! YYYEEEEAAAAHHHHEEEYYYY!!! YYYYEEEHHHAAAAAA!!!!! WWWWWOOOOOOO!!! WWOOOOAAAAHHHHHOOOOWWW!!!

Okay people! I am fine. Yes and I am not crazy. I do not have any plans to visit the asylum sooner or later. I am just happy! I mean I am just dementedly euphoric. You know me and what I do when I am happy right? I get little bit over the edge. Well, maybe that’s an understatement but it is vindicated. That is my only rationale for acting psychotic today.

I can imagine that disoriented face of yours staring in confusion at the screen. Since that is the case, I shall narrate to you the account of this phenomenon. Bear with me please! This is going to be miles from here.

Before the start of the year, my French teacher, Monsieur Gilbert, had called me and asked which class I prefer to be posted to next year. I told him that I am only free on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 1630. I was flabbergasted when I learnt that I am now attending the Wednesday and Friday classes at 1430 (school has just ended at this time)! Furthermore, the incompetent administrator told me to go to the wrong class! I was so embarrassed walking into the class and disturbing their progress.

I went for the next class I had. I was sent to the HOD for being absent and not bringing an excuse letter! I mean it was not my fault! The HOD, Madamoiselle Au, also scolded me for my "dismal behaviour and attendance". The exact words. I remembered it because of her crisp, hair-rising, curt and outstanding articulation! My God! She speaks both French and English flawlessly! Unbelievable! I was dumbstruck and rooted on the ground! No wonder she is not married at this age of 4o +! Who could stand that kind of mouth! Instead of throwing my tantrums and stumping away, I was stupefied.

I submitted a class transfer form so that I can relieve my jumbled time table. But still, the teacher assigned me for a Wednesday class which is CCA day (my favorite day, don't ask why). OK, getting warmer here. I called the MOE Language Centre but there was no answer. When at last somebody had picked up, he asked me to call the French department. When I called the French department, they said the class transfer person in charge has left (as you can imagine, I experienced a violent convulsion after slamming the phone, I mean clicking disconnect button).

The email was my last resort and I gave it a shot. I sent the most formal letter I have ever written (to a real person, not those excruciating exercises given by Mrs. Ang, my most beloved English teacher). And yes! They replied! I have left early today from school dreading to go for French when I saw the reply sent by the lovely (I have never seen her yet, but since she fulfilled my inner most desires, I am going to call her lovely) Madamoiselle Teo. She wrote this :

Eunice Paola Ramos Lacoste F4D,
Your new class is F4I, Tue-Thu, 4h30-6h30, Lab2/303.
Please print this message and give it to your new class teacher.

Yes!!! I am so happy. F4I is the class that Brian, Marry Ann and Erica is attending! I can be with my precious friends! I do not have to look imbecilic and stare at the teacher when she asks uncomprehensible questions all alone! I have Brian to do that with me! In addition, with Marry Ann and Erica's super-translator brains, I will not have any problem with my class tests! At ease soldier!

So there you go. A lovely fairytale story where all your dreams can come true! I was so happy that I ran all around the house, did some back rolls (since I cannot do cartwheels like those soccer players when the score goals) shouted into the pillow so my sleeping mother would only hear my muffled scream, danced around my sister's room and slipped on the floor, jumped up and down in spite of my throbbing ass and crashed and slumped into the computer chair gasping for breath, fagged out. Now that’s what you call celebration.