Chilling, just chilling

I enjoy the fact that I have had work to do lately.
The first portion of my semester was rather sterile academically.
I am a firm proponent in work. He who works not, eats not. Taking it back to Colonial America. Remembering my roots from afar.

The French language is worthwhile. By that I mean it is a good one. Il vaut la peine de l'apprendre. Yesterday, I stood in front of my class for one hour, no less. My only weapon: French. Scary proposition, given my oft-evident ineptitude on that. But the point is, I begin to learn a French habit, downright indispensible: talk, whether or not you have the slightest idea of what you speak. Anyone can be an expert on anything. Quickest step to brilliance? Pretend.

Other than that, I am chilling.