Today french class...

The background:
It had been three days of french classes since Monday of this week.
Usually, I'm having classes only at Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

The crisis:
We had to memorise our lines for a play today, in addition, a dictation was going to be carried out too.

The problem:
Though I was notified on Tuesday, I spent the whole of tuesday (after class) playing gunbound.
I still remember I took my last finishing shot at late 3am, half asleep.

So I did my preparations for dictation before I sleep, practically, I scanned through the words we learnt and by feint mean, encoded into my memory of their spellings.

I didn't had time to prepare for my play. I didn't even have time to revise through what I had read last night. For a moment, I thought that my discipline was once again becoming chaotic.

I allocated the time during travelling reading "Angels&Demons" by Dan Brown, which I just picked up on Monday.

The solution:
Thus I ended up in school, knowing that the dictation will commence at the start of class, and hoping that the play will be in the afternoon session, after lunch. This I thought, would provide me ample amount of time to memorise my lines well.

Class started, I didn't show a least bit worry about my dictation because I was pretty sure that last night flipped through was still imprinted somewhere in my memory. Dictation started, Nightmare in the broad day light.

I forgot the essense in french lies in listening and dechiphering what was spoken. I have always been a bad listener, and I was a bad listener at French. True enough, I got three lines marked out.

The Bad News:
Second headshot on me after the dictation!
I sensed panick upon hearing from my french tutor "Get ready for your play."
I did some impromptu drill; took out my script, tell myself I need to put them into my mind ASAP.


Fortunately, the play goes clockwise group by group. I was in the 4th out of 6groups.
I calmed my nerves and rewrote my lines on a fresh piece of paper. As I copied, I could hear myself mumbling french hoping my brain register voice authentications.
After the first 2 groups, I inserted a few more lines for myself, basically, I didn't like to make my life harder, but it was necessary.

So my life was harder after about 15minutes or so, stepping out of my seat, reminding myself to speak proper french and not to be overly excited.
I was able to pull out 80% of what I had remembered, the rest was up to my instinctive response and hints from my group.

After our play, I heard my tutor saying "..cheow joo.. you should be a host...", she also did correct my pronounciation mistakes and a few structural mistakes in my lines.

The moral of the story...
I was surprised at her remark, but most importantly, I lived through the 5minutes play!
I am not good at memorising stuffs especially foreign stuffs at last minute. It is concluded by a fact that I faltered whenever I do that.

Hopefully, I don't need to do this again.
Zhaoru.

PS: I had just finished reading the book, it holds a great conspiracy and twist on finding out the conspirator! READ IT TODAY!