The amazing world of Selma Øye

As usual excavations take me away from this blog: when i arrive home after an hard day of pick and showel I have to work on documentation and time which remains before, dead on my feet, i fall asleep on the desk is for checking email and say hello to special friends...
Surely a post about my trip to Stockholm will follow, I don't know about one on the excavation as it made me get only so nervous, looking forward to see the end of the job...
Anyway, I think the experience of my first lesson at the french class deserves his own post!
I went there this evening for the first time after i missed six lessons.
I arrived five minutes earlier to have the chance to talk with the prof. So when he finished the lesson before mine, I knocked his door, introduced myself and asked him about the opportunity to buy a book for the class, the title and the cost of it... Instead of answering, he assaulted me asking "Why haven't been attending the class for all this time? Do you think it is still timely to start now?" and I replied, a bit irritated: "yeah, it is timely because you asked me to pay for it a lot before the starting of the class and because i wrote you an email telling about the fact i was working far from Pisa, asking about any book and the subject you were supposed to
teach during these lessons to study it by myself... But I'm still waiting for an answer..."
So he calmed down and said: "I see... Maybe i misunderstood and thought you email was spam!"
WHAT?!
Anyway, there are eight lessons left and i should buy a book which costs almost the same price I paid for the class... All the other students have been studying for three weeks more than me, they now know a lot of words which i don't know. The prof made them talk all the lesson, turning to me only once, not pronouncing my names but saying "Toi, là bas!"...
Honestly I don't know if I'm going to continue!
...Maybe someone else could help me to improve my french...^_^

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