That language

Well its really the end of the exams after Monday, and IB is officially over. Unless somehow, my diploma gets evoked but that shouldn't happen. As I sit here listening to my French teacher one more time before the last exam, I'm attempting to reflect upon the things I've learned in her class.

Actually that should be said for the last three years I've been at this school. Well I probably wasn't especially strong in French but I had my fair share of 4 years of French Immersion and two years of bilingual debating. Coming here, from French 10 - 12 - I don't think I've really learned anything.

In French 10 it was a rather awkward class, we had 8 people? Anyway, no one was really keen on the French language and the fact that no one did their homework. I got by just fine and it was evident that I got away with my strength = Orals. Moved on to French 11 with two teachers, one who went on maternity leave and one who claimed who couldn't teach AB French. Ironic since the second teacher was claiming that she can teach SL and HL… Anyway, in year 1 of DP we did the most random things ever. Firstly we read Le Petit Prince, last time I checked I didn't have to do literature but that was easy so it doesn't really matter. Then my awesome second teacher of the year made us watch Cyrano de Bergerac. That was a great play if we could actually understand ye olde french.

Moving onto year 2 of DP French, it was great we had a new teacher for French, sort of a relief as we had a feeling we weren't going to do so well. She's awfully nice and always fun to chat with or whatever, however in class she sits and teaches. Don't think that worked out to well because I was always completing some sort of geography homework rather than listening to my teacher.
However, finally with the exam glooming over all the ABs and SLs, I'm learning in class. I finally understand what she's been trying to tell us over the last year. Anyway, just a thought about my class.