Epic Pass

The other day I did my last “assessment” of the “semester”. It’s hard to say it went well… it happened and that’s the main thing. I feel a bit weird though because I didn’t really have a proper stuvac and the semester kind of, you know, didn’t exist. It’s amazing the amount of work I did in order to (I assume..) pass. Here’s a subject by subject rundown.

Erasmus French for Foreigners: Actually this class wasn’t affected by the strike, so it was on each week. The night before the exam I got my notes together and realised I’d skipped a third of the classes and had no way of getting the notes. 18/20 my friend.

Histoire de la Langue Française: I went to one 1 hour class in January. Sometime in May the teacher gave me a printout of the entire course. I read it and sat an exam one week later.

Pragmatique de l'interaction: I went to one lecture in January, most of which consisted of the professor explaining why they would probably go on strike. I missed the tute. One day in May I wrote an analysis (no word limit) of any conversation (an msn chat). I did no research, but took quotes and references from an essay I wrote for a subject last year.

Diachronie: I went to one lecture and one tute in January, but left the tute early. I then paid ridiculous amounts for a textbook and took an open book exam, unsupervised and with no time limit. Some of the questions were the same as exersises in the textbook. There were answers in the back.

Phonologie: Actually went to two whole lectures and two tutes. For the assessment I had to read a book then do a presentation on the differences between English and French phonotactics. The book was too hard so I didn’t read it and I talked for about 20 minutes about things I made up and stuff I read on Wikipedia. Then the teacher explained all the things that were incorrect about what I had said.

Morphologie: I went to two lectures and two tutes for this as well, but was (both times I think) still drunk from the night before. My assessment involved reading 5 documents and then doing an oral. The oral was actually just the professor asking me questions and then answering them himself when he saw I couldn’t.