Thursday, October 11th
Today we had our first French class. I think it will also be my last. The teacher is a little crazy and there is absolutely no structure to the class. Welcome to France. I understood everything because we were reviewing grammar I covered at Harpeth Hall, but I don’t think I would have followed it at all if I had never seen it before.
I’ll admit that I was behaving badly in class. We had had a full day of classes and I was tired and I didn’t want to be there. And the teacher made us watch a video. Yuck. It was about a man and his wife who come to the French boonies with their sulky daughter to open up a restaurant. When asked to describe the daughter, I said, “Elle est malheureuse (She is unhappy).” The teacher exclaimed that that was a bit of an exaggeration so she didn’t write it on the board. I maintain that the daughter was, indeed, malheureuse at moving away from Paris. I thought the whole point of the exercise was to use our personality explaining words anyway. Je suis malheureuse about this French class so I think I am going to find a conversation partner in Paris instead.
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