*mute* pt.ii

so i'm looking through the book of french class descriptions and schedules that the mayor's office offers for "non-francophones." but i'm not really clear exactly which class is right for me because the goddamn thing is written in french. is that ironic? or am i just a dummie? enter: frustration.

i get the gist of what the classes offer, and more generally, what people say in french. but sometimes not knowing one word here and there could lead me into making wrong decisions or understanding the complete opposite of what i'm being told. thus, frustration. not really because i'm worried about not completely understanding french, but because i have a feeling that my french-speaking partner gets irritated when i ask him for help.

anyway, we're moving into a bigger studio next week. but fuck, just like i vibed from the guy who's renting it to us, he's totally wishy-washy and seemingly shady because as soon as we move in we most likely will have to find another fucking place to live in. he's thinking of giving up the place at the end of february. so we're not guaranteed our stay if the new landlord already has someone else in mind for it or if they decide to hike up the rent. long story short, i should've been more "emotional" about being sure that homie's vibe was bad because, apparently, when i say things calmly and rationally, i'm not taken seriously.

go figure.
language barriers. stereotypes. handicaps. appearances...
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