Sooo, maybe the reason I’m so bad at French is that I’m really not sure how to go about studying for it. My strategy on test days is to dress like I’m French, eat croissants, and chain smoke. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. When I do poorly on a test I just tell myself that I didn’t get into character/believe enough and that it had nothing to do with my studying habits. This morning, without being aware of my intentions, my mother told me I looked “quite chic.” So, hopefully, that’s a good sign. And it’s Marion Cotillard’s birthday, so I guess that’s another positive sign.