France does indeed sell sliced turkey meat. It’s prepackaged at the grocery store. Not exactly freshly sliced Molinari’s deli meat, but it does exist. Wouldn’t you know it? I discovered it after the bird flu hit France so I won’t eat it now anyway.
I decided not to choke Annie Wilks because a new student, an anesthesiologist from Maine, joined our class last week. I was concerned that the doctor might try to revive Annie or, at the very least, administer an anesthetic to ease the pain of my beating. It no longer seemed worth the hassle.
I think I’ve become the annoying older student in my class. There’s a new batch of people born in the 1980s (I know because our teacher made us do a humiliating exercise where we had to write our birthdays on the board) and I’ve caught myself making stupid jokes (on more than one occasion). I can hear them coming out of my mouth, but I can’t stop myself. I decided to extricate myself from the situation. I start private lessons next week.