Today we found out which class we would be placed in. Sometimes at these French schools (and I’ve been to many), based on the tests, I get put in the Debutant class but, happily this time I was placed in Intermidiate which is just where I think I should be. I was worried that a few people would be in my class that I found irritating. I know from prior experience that there can be people who monopolize any class they are in by constantly talking, answering all questions and just mainly trying to be the center of attention. I just want a class where there aren’t irrtations and distractions, especially from other students-Is that asking too much, Dear Diary? I guess that makes me a crab but there you go. I was happy when I got to my class and found none of the people there that I feared. My class turned out to be full of people much like me who just want to learn and don’t need to be the center of attention.
This guy is in the very beautiful garden smirking at all of us who want to speak French.
Our teacher is very nice. She spoke only French, of course, but very clearly and I understood just about everything she said. She was really good at what she did as most of the teachers I have met here seem to be. What is surprising is that she asked us not to take notes. We were just to listen and to repeat. Works for me. We watched a slide show with characters going through some situation with a sound track and slowly, through repetition, figured out what they were saying and how to say it ourselves.
There is a cruise ship in the harbor every day.
At lunch, we sat with a teacher who, along with making sure we spoke French, helped us with vocabulary and just chatted with us. The food was very good and also plentiful. To my surprise, they presented me with a birthday cake and sang Happy Birthday to me. The cake was delicious. How nice.
In the afternoon we had another teacher for more work on speaking. I felt like I knew most of it but everytime I was called on, I usually blew it. Ah well, it is the first actual day of class.
Later we did some grammar and even some work with the alphabet. Even at our level, we all seemed to have trouble with certain letters, espcially, for me, G and J. At the end of the day I was beat. There is tea offered afterwards but I passed up on it. I just didn’t want to speak French anymore or listen to others try and speak it. I just went back to my apartment and washed some clothes and looked at the view.
A view from the tiny balcony as a ship sails away to another port.