My essay last week earned a grade of B-. This is almost a C, a grade otherwise known as failure. And given that our instructor grades generously, well, it sobers one. But I don’t worry myself, nie martwie sie. When you are older, there is something reassuring about the truth eventually getting out.
Little else to report on my increasing Polishness—little increase that it has been. This week we watch a movie, With Fire and Sword, based on the first volume of Henryk Sienkiewicz’s Polish historical trilogy. It tallies 1100 pages in book form. I’m hoping for subtitles, preferably English.
