girl at large

yesterday was my last day of french classes. je suis triste parce que j'ai les adorees. i was given a nifty, very official looking (three signatures, an embossed heading and two stamps; the french adore stamps!) certificate of completion. mother prefers to think of it as a diploma. she stuck the damn thing up on the wall. well, after my having GED'd out of highschool and left how many (?) colleges sans diplome, i suppose the woman deserves something, right?
i could put the dog obedience training certificate next to it.