“Madame V begins the lesson by reading aloud the first stanza of a famous French poem: Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville; Quelle est cette langueur Qui penetre mon coeur? Then she looks up and without any warning she calls on me to translate it. I swallow hard, and try: "It's raining in my heart like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?" Saying these words out loud, right in front of the whole class, makes me feel like I'm not wearing any clothes.” FeelsTryingFirstsLooksHeartHardWholeReadingCitiesClassSadnessFrontsMy HeartLessonsClothesRainLoudLook UpWarningTranslatePierceReading Aloud Author:Sonya Sones
“To take estrogen or not to take estrogen: That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to abstain and suffer The sweat and puddles of outrageous flashes Or to take arms against a sea of mood swings, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; at first the studies say 'twill end The heart attacks and thousand bouts of bloat That flesh is heir to, 'tis a true confusion - For then they say 'twill cause us all to die Perchance from breast cancer; ay, there's the rub; For who can dream or even sleep while worrying about What doctors might be saying come next week?” FirstsHeartEndsDreamMightSufferingDiesNextCausesSleepWorryStudyWeekSeaArmsThousandDoctorsCancerFleshMoodConfusionBreastsSweatSwingsFlashOutrageousOpposingBreast CancerHeirsNext WeekHeart AttackPuddlesEstrogenMood Swing Author:Sonya Sones
