One of my former french profs has been on me to apply for some scholarships and grants to study for a semester in France. One of the requirements was a 3.0 GPA. My GPA, however, is an abyssmal 2.8; on account of me dropping out of school some time ago without dropping my classes. All those F's really took a bite out of my academic standing.
The prof now tells me that she thinks the GPA requirement is only with respect to my french classes, not my cumulative GPA. She also indicated that she has enough clout to get me a grant from CODOFIL to do a summer semester in Belgium.
I'll have to sort things out with my job and house before I can do anything like that, but it sorely tempts me... Tempts me like a green-eyed succabus that plays Guilty Gear when she's not performing carnal atrocities on me.
This week is some kind of Francophonie extravaganza at the university. Lots of French guest speakers, movies, etc... Saturday night there is a 'soiree' being held at my regular watering hole before latin night starts. There is also this outrageous hot-body in my conversational class who will be attending. She indicated that she won't be there at 7:30 when things start, but she will call me to be sure I am there before arriving. Things could be interesting. This leads us to...
Aforementioned hot-body, let's call her WillTeachFrench. In addition to her outstanding physical attributes; WTF is intelligent, humorous, and an outstanding speaker of french. We often talk and flirt in class. So much, as a matter of fact, that our instructor has called us out for it on more than one occasion. We even pass notes like high-school kids. Hmmmn... Like high-school kids... Did I happen to mention that she is a decade younger than me? Supposedly she has a 'very serious relationship' with some bloke in Baton Rouge. Maybe someday I will meet him and we can fight with knives.
I still don't have any real plans for friday night. Roddie Romero is playing, and that's some good dancing music. Perhaps I'll give TV Girl a call and see if she's interested in coming out. I met TVG through a friend in the lair of the beast about four weeks ago. She is 26, which stands in her favor. She still lives with mom, which I am leery of. She seems nice enough, if a little subdued. I attribute that to her predelection to toke it up on a regular basis. We started talking almost daily for about two weeks, begining the week after we met. I took her out dancing once, and we had lunch, spent downtime together on campus, etc... You know how that mating ritual goes.
She had arranged a dinner date for last saturday that she had to cancel because she was busy doing this bronchitis thing. It was to be a double-date so she could introduce me to her best friend. Sounded like a 'boyfriend screening' type thing to me. I rang her celly-phone last friday and again saturday, but got the voicemail both times. She never returned my calls. I'm not sure where this thing is going; but hey, I need a dance partner tonight.
I suppose I should give a mention about PagentGirl and LegForDaysGirl. They are both in my reading class. I happened to use the word 'manservant' to describe a character in one of our stories, and they both expressed glee at the prospect of having someone they could call a manservant. I mentioned my plan about being a house-husband when I grow up (if the super-ninja gig falls through). They both want me to send them a resume. PG is single, but likely high maintence due to her being accustomed to people fawning over her at pagents and such. LfDG seems a bit introverted, and I tend to prefer more outgoing women. Even still, they are on the radar for now.
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