Hey! It's been awhile and I miss you guys. A lot has happened since the dreaded mountain hike! Like, MORE mountain hikes -- but that post will come another time.
Things are moving along fast here. Time is flying. I'm making a goal to keep up on posting at least once a week, even if its just photo updates.
So, I thought I'd do a quick post on school before I have to go do my homework.
I am taking an intensive french language class -- 3 hours a day, for two weeks.
How It's Going
1. This post will never be written in French (without using google).
2. It's going rough, really rough, a cat's tongue rough.
As you all know, I barely speak english to where those around me can understand. Most of you nod and smile and I'm appreciative.
3. They don't pronounce all the letters of almost all their words here and almost all their words look nothing like they sound -- I'm thinking "that's great, that's just like me, that's just like how I talk."
...it's not like that though.
Its not at all like that.
Some examples:
"è" is pronounced "a"
"ê" is pronounced "a"
"ei" is pronounced "a"
"ai" is pronounced "a"
"es" is pronounced "a"
"est" is pronounced "a"
So, I walk around sounding like The Fonz all day - A, ayeeeeeee, aye....thumbs up
4. My teacher pity's me -- I can see it on her face when she says "MoniKA, Non, non, non! Vous devez dèplacer votre bouche!!!" (googled*)
So I try and make jokes to distract from my constant red face.
We had to come up with a fake email address to give during an interview, so I said mine was "pouletfrit@hotmail.com"
Ha Ha! I thought to myself, this will be a little fun now.
(Frit is fried and Poulet is chicken).
But the teacher misread it (b/c of my terrible hand writing) as "Fried Paulette", "a fried woman" -- she looked at me very confused.
Once she realized it wasn't a fried lady ( and of the same name as a friend of her's) she gave me a un petite laugh.
Thank god I'm not being graded.
There's lots of interviewing in this class including one where I got to be a baker selling to a pretend business man....Mr. Dubois. (pronounced DewBWAH...see what I am sayin?)
I hate Mr. Dubois.
He ask too many questions about the baked goods and how much they cost and where I am from, ect...Then I have to respond back and when I do all the blood in my body rushes to my embarrassed, almost lowered to my desk, face. I look like a beet and I sound like I am speaking through a soapy dish rag. I'd be delighted if bubbles actually started coming out instead of the slow stream of mascaraed words falling from my warbling face hole.
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Lastly, we had to make a fictional character for a speed dating interview -- I decided on being Liz Anyah.
LizzAnyah (like lasagna). Everyone had to call Madame Lasagna! Bwhahahahahaha!
hahaha, ha --ha..... ugh :-( It's all I have to keep my spirits up, as the clock ticks down and we get released for the day, four o'clock.
Un, duex, trois, quatre...QUATRE!?!?
FOUR?
Four!
!!! Number 4!!!!! is spelled all weird but it is pronounced CAT!
CAT
cat!
I was so excited by that.
I love cats.
I got no problem remembering # Cat.
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| Me on my first day of school-- So excited. Total optimism. |
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| And after the first class and every class since then |
p.s.
The word for cat is chat
and I really like that.
