You know you are pretty much done when you are better at a foriegn language than you are at your own language.
English's the best thing in my life, it's definately not my favourite subject, nothing's my favourite subject. Everything, no matter how lovely sunshine they are, grow sour when they became subjects forced on us students.
One sentence. How much you like history class depends solely on your teacher. His tory used to be my favourite subject beacuse I have a wonderful teacher. Now? Not so much.
How does it feel when after being terrible at math for years, then suddenly become the best in your class, because you're learning things you already know? I feel rather nice, thank you very much.
My most sincere gratitude to my phisics PA for letting me know for the first time, that there is such a disease called Introduction-Phobia.