As we have to pack up at work, I’m bringing
my old files home, I’ve kept my notes from
the special course in French in 1979 that pre-
pared us for French I, since I lived for my
studies only, I did well
But it was because of the allergy; I was tired
and scared a lot of the time, so I worked and
slept all the time; I had been told that I couldn’t
read very well, thus convinced of being blessed
with very little intelligence
I was determined to work myself to death
to pass my favourite subjects such as
French…
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