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Published: January 20th 2010
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CLASS:
Yesterday I had my two Contemporary Art components which go from 3:00-7:00pm. One is "Sculpture and Color in the 19th Century" and the other is "History of Photography". Here, you just show up and then you find out what the actual subject is. The first prof. is a guy who was pretty disorganized. He arrived 15 minutes late, and dictated the bibliography of the course to us, but had forgetten to write down the names and dates of several publications. Hmm....
The photography prof. seemed cool at first. She works at the local art museum here. She didn't really give much of an introduction to the course before she launched into the early development of photography. For two hours she listed names of men who had done this or that aswell as different methods that evolved. In the states, the prof. would have assigned reading containing all this material and then in class we would talk about the implications of the trends and social impact. However, here it seems like since the profs. aren't organized enough to even prepare image slides sometimes for ART HISTORY CLASSES, that they just end up standing there are giving you the dry facts,
with no means of synthesizing. I talked to Christine about this last night and she said apparently the French education system is thought of as being in crisis because the professors here are untouchable and have no motivation to design interactive classes and improve their teaching. There's definitely no such thing as a teacher evaluation form here! She said that most of the French profs. are terrible. Darn!
PARTY:
Anyways, after 4 straight hours of class, I was ready to unwind and have some fun! So I went out with the Americans to the University Bar because Tuesday nights are International Student night! woo hoo! It's still really fun to buy a drink here and not have to worry that I'm not 21! Anyways, the bar was packed with really loud music and cheap beer and shots. When I squeezed up to the bar to order a drink, think guy looked over to me and said "Bon Soir." (Good evening). We talked for a little bit, but he was obviously really drunk so I wasn't interested. He said he was from Quebec. His French friend sitting on the other side of him was cute, and so when I came
back later to buy another drink I talked to him for a little while. He was also drunk, but could speak pretty good English. My friends and I decided to leave and catch the 2nd to last bus, but we missed it by one minute! So....we went back to the bar and hung out for a while more.
Then we headed out again to take the LAST bus (gotta make this one!) and the Quebecian guy (whom I learned was actually not from Quebec, he was just a drunk liar) and his French friend followed us out to the stop. We were goofing around with them and the other students waiting at the stop, when I notice the French guy buying a rose from a vendor. I was talking with Cyntia, and then I turn to see this French guy on his knee in front of me with his hand on his heart, holding up a red rose for me! ah! The other girls parted like the red sea and started hooting and hollering. I was really embarrassed. I took it, and then he tapped his cheek for a kiss, so I leaned down and gave him a peck.
Why not? Then he was talking with some others people, and I sat down next to one of the Americans and started talking. Then my french guy comes over and does that famous movie theater move. You know it. The "yawn" I'm just stretching out my hand, and it happens to be around your shoulders move! I laughed and removed his hand. I just met the guy for pete's sake! But it was all in good fun. Then we got on the bus (which was literally PACKED--no room to move) and rode back to the CROUS!
What a night.....what did I learn? That French men really ARE romantic and very flirtatious--so I've gotta watch out for them! hahaha 😊
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katy Flinn
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thank the stars!
every time i make a comment, my computer auto-enters "thank the stars!" in the comment title space. i'm just going to leave it this time. but what i really wanted to say to this was AHHHHHHH!! HAHAH! this is great! that's to the bit about the rose guy. did you get his number? i read my dad your description of french teaching on skype (speaking of you need to get on it, we're only an hour apart!) and we both laughed -- it sounds RIDICULOUS. oh well. better that the classes suck so you don't have to take them seriously!