We have now completed our first week of class. It’s interesting to see how they put everything together in the different classes, how they blend it all. The teachers all have the same methods and repeat the same things and, through repetition, I am slowly starting to actually use correct French. I’ve also realized how very awful my spoken French is, very lazy really, and why the French often look at me, cock their heads to one side and try to figure out what I have just said. I hope I am speaking much more clearly at the end of the month.
I had a very embarrassing occurrence one day this week. I guess I go into a kind of trance or zen mode but I actually went to a room and sat through the wrong class without realizing my mistake. Finally at the end, the teacher said, “Why aren’t there enough of these to go around?” Even then I just sat there oblivious. Then he wrote Debutant 1 and 2 on the board and I suddenly realized that I was the reason his numbers were off. I was so embarrassed. Am I in the early stages of alzheimers? The class was a review-for me-of numbers which I needed anyway so that was a good thing. I was even wondering why they were reviewing the same thing. I got to see how two teachers taught the same subject and how they use the same methods of getting points across. In my defense, it was a combination of two classes and everytime that we have done that before there are people I haven’t seen before and it took place in a huge room. Nevertheless, Dear Diary, am I losing it?
Maurice arrived after school and then we went to a party that the school gave with wine and a really good buffet. I was able to introduce Maurice to my fellow students and some of the teachers. We got to speak English so we could communicate on a much better level. It was a fun night. Afterwards, I found myself slipping back into my old ways of speaking English with Maurice and will have to force myself to go back to speaking French. Poor Maurice. He will have to live with someone speaking to him with the vocabulary of a child. It won’t be very interesting for him.
The director of the school came up to me at the party and told me that he had found my blog, which surprised me but it turned out that someone had written to the school for a brochure as a result of reading my blog. He told me about another student who is keeping a blog for her newspaper about her experiences at the school.