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An entry to say that there will be no entry tonight.

Ponder that one.

Tonight was French class. It proves what I already know after a year of French classes: I can read it no problem, but I chew marbles when I speak it. Tonight, I botched pronouncing the "un" and "une" articles, swapping the sound of one ("on") for the other ("ohoon"). Embarrassing, since "un" and "une" are the masculine and feminine versions of the article "a" (as in "a" pen, "a" cat). Basic stuff.

My teacher, whom I had before for a French cultural class and who likes me, smiled politely after I botched it and said to me, "Oh, I know you mean well."

And there I slink down in my chair, jotting in phonetic crib notes.

My teacher, by the way, looks like the French equivalent to Sharon Osbourne, minus that pesky colon cancer or obscenities hanging over her like brown clouds over Asia.