Pardon My French

Brigitte actually said "Pardon my French" today in class. This perfectly illustrates the point I need to make in this post, which is meant to be an addendum to the previous post about how I don't want to do French homework. See, my lack of motivation for the homework is almost in direction opposition to my motivation to go to class. I like going to this class because I like Brigitte. She is so small and French and cute and charming. And today she said, "Pardon my French." Why does she assign so much homework? The load is so heavy that there's no time for us to study. We discussed this before class today. I'm glad I'm not the only one who is struggling to get it all done. I didn't mention how adorable I think Brigitte is. Everyone isn't as open as I am, you know? Then, to top it all off, she didn't collect any of the homework I didn't do for today. She was just charming and endearing for 75 minutes and then we left. Brigitte is like my real life Vanessa Marcil because no matter how irked I get at her when we're apart, I'm just enamored when I see her.