Like a week full of Mondays

I have such a hard time starting Mondays, and it doesn't help that Italian's the very first lesson. I spend most of the 50 minutes listening to my colleagues babbling in a language I'm supposed to be competent in after about 60 hours of contact time and with the final exam next week, but nothing. Nadda. Zilch. I might as well be sitting in advanced Finnish.

It's as if the part of my memory that's been carefully storing various verb forms and their English equivalents over the last two terms has been padlocked in a chest and thrown into the Mariana Trench.

I guess I'd better start looking.