Casebook Entry # 4

Vive l'été!
Summer holidays inundate my esprit with a sense of joie de vivre! The season brings with it the promise of days filled with free time to dedicate to my various leisurely pursuits; equine upkeep, eytmology, and amateur archeology, to name a few. It is with great pleasure that I welcome days uninterrupted by the tedium and monotony propogated by my preparatory school. Not only do these summer months eradicate my compulsary attendance at school, they also compel my various private instructors to leave the country as well. Of all of these currently traveling tutors, I am most contented with the absence of Madame Trousse, my inept and exigent french professor. Though I cannot deny it, this journal entry alone stands as proof, the French language when used correctly can be rather pretty to the ear and often provide the mot juste for its speaker. However, the most proficient speakers of the language, the French to be exact, are some of the most unpleasant people in le monde. Madame Trousse is a testament of this truism. Not only does she abuse the entire household staff, expecting them to be at her side in an instant ready with a café au lait, a glass of water, or any other trifiling request that has entered her mind that instant she is also impossible to please, regarding her surroundings with an air that seems to be a mixture of disgust and condescension. The minute Trousse enters Whittleworth manor, the environment becomes immediately tense, and I'm not making reference to past or present tense, either. Suffice to say, between the insatiable desires of Madame and the environment which is not at all conducive to language learning, I find it surprising that I have ascertained anything at all. It occurs to me that I may not be the only person relieved after the departure of our fickle Frenchwoman, the entire staff of Whittleworth manor are surely just as happy to say Au Revoir.