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Playing golf
The driving range
So, now that I give English classes in the evening (mostly to beginners who don't spot my numerous mistakes) and earn thereupon a little money, I decided to renew my subscription as a member of the national golf federation. For I love golf. Not the snobbish side of it. I love vast expanses of impeccable lawn strewn with groves. I love playing in the early morning, when grass is still covered with dew. Or in the late afternoon when people start deserting the course and nature recedes into stillness.
This morning I did an hour of practice. I was relatively glad of myself. I didn't lose my touch. In fact, paradoxically and though my left arm is now in great pain, I believe I improved my swing.
One thing is important when playing golf. You have to remain humble. Unless you're really good at it. As I was doing some practice, an old man smoking a cigare came to play by my side. I told myself : "I'm going to impress the old schmuck" ! Well... it was a disaster. Luckily for me, he wasn't too good either and, regaining confidence, I managed to save the day.
Keep humble is the key word.
[13 comments]- Pics from Corsica, at last !
There, it's finally done. You may look at the pictures I took last summer in Corsica. Mostly sunsets. Comments are scarce but not really necessary. Just enjoy the atmosphere I tried to capture and convey though the lens of my camera.
Still studying. My average mark has fallen from a mighty 17,50 to a shamefull 16,90 !!! I d'like to strangle one of my lecturers who doesn't seem to give a toss about my work. Normally she's bound to answer my questions whithin four days, but she never does. I always have to wait 10 days to get a lukewarm response which is often, if not deliberatly, inappropriate. The delay becomes critical and it has a bad impact on my motivation.
I could complain of course --I did it once for another lecturer--, but I'm pretty sure it would have serious repercussions on my marks. So I shut the fuck up and champ at the bit.
Christelle is getting much better.
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