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Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille April 27th 2008

The key to get into the building is finicky; you have to turn it once without touching the door, then once it is turned halfway, you have to pull with everything you’ve got on the door handle in order for it to turn the rest of the way. The apartment has its own aroma, just like any house or room, one that is not yet ours. You have to be careful when you turn on the faucet in the kitchen sink not to turn it on all the way or it sprays down the whole kitchen. All the little things that take so much getting used to will soon just become part of the way I go about things in the new place, as hard as that is for me to imagine, having just moved into ... read more

Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille March 22nd 2008

I realize that I went to elementary school in a VERY small school that probably does not represent the norm of American elementary schools, but when I combine that with my experience in a (more normal) middle/high school, I still come up with the same conclusion: lunch works differently here at school. There are several differences. First, let’s talk about the time factor. There are two hours for the students to eat lunch and play. First, they play outside for about about twenty minutes. Then, the whistle blows and they line up in their two straight lines and are walked to the cafeteria, which is off on the left side of the building. Oh! I’ll take this opportunity to point out that the kids are walked from the playground into the bathroom to wash their hands. ... read more

Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille March 19th 2008

So I went into a store the other day for bigger sizes with a friend who was doing some shopping. I will not name it, as I am about to totally rip it apart. Anyway, we walked into the store in hopes of finding my friend a new bra. We walked to the back of the store, and we saw, much to our surprise, very small numbers and very big cup sizes. My first thought was, a dream come true! I always have a hard time finding bras because usually if I can find my cup size, the band is too big. However, the shopping trip was not about me. We made our way back to the beginning of the store and asked the saleswoman about finding other sizes. She then explained to us that actually, ... read more

Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille February 28th 2008

Thinking back to elementary school, I seem to remember a lot of positive encouragement and you-are-special kinds of remarks coming from my teachers. Talking to other primary school assistants, this was apparently not just in my little elementary school in Waynesburg, Pennsylvania. Here? Not so much. Let me show you. Scenario One. The teacher asks a math question. The student gives the incorrect answer. The American teacher responds with something like, “Good try, but no,” or “Not quite, but you’re on the right track,” or “No, but try again.” The French teacher probably says something like, “No,” (no elaboration whatsoever) or “Have you not been paying attention at all?” Scenario Two. A student asks an irrelevant or silly question. The American teacher responds with something like, “Well, that doesn’t really apply to what we’re talking about ... read more

Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille February 25th 2008

I missed school a few weeks ago because I was feeling quite sick. No big deal - I called the directeur (kind of like a principal) of my school and let him know, and he was completely fine with it. I spent the day lounging around, sleeping, drinking water… and it passed, as I thought it would. It was a Tuesday, so I also had Wednesday off (elementary schools are not in session on Wednesdays). By the time Thursday rolled around, I was completely back to normal and ready to start back up again. When I arrived in my class, I remembered why I love my job so much - they cheered when I walked into the classroom, and I was greeted with several “OUUUAAAIS!!” (“YEAAAAAAAAH!”), “EMILIE EST DE RETOUR!!! VOUS NOUS AVEZ MANQUÉ!!” (“WE MISSED ... read more

Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille February 13th 2008

Bientôt une semaine que le soleil se pointe tous les jours! Ça fait vraiment du bien… de plus avec les vacances scolaires des élèves français (et oui un autre deux semaines de vacances dans leur poche... j’entends déjà Gabriel, Julie et Annelo soupirer!) envahissent les sites pour venir jouer dans les tranchés! Nos dernières vacances ont vraiment été superbes! Nous sommes allés dans la famille de Charlotte a Comines, ville natale de la famille Debunne! Après un peu d’appréhension, beaucoup d’excitation et une chicane (la barbe de Pascal :o) nous sommes arrivés à Lille ou Anne-Natascha, la marraine de Charlotte nous attendait avec toute sa famille : son époux, Thierry et ses deux supers filles : Clémence et Marie (la fieule d’Annelo!). Elles sont toutes deux trop géniales! Après avoir reconnecté avec la ville des aïeuls, ... read more
Tonton Valetin
Thérèse!
La marraine et sa fieule!

Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille February 5th 2008

There are several things that are important when learning a language. First, of course, you need knowledge and understanding for grammatical structures - syntax, verb conjugations, etc. You need to learn pleasantries and salutations - hello, please, thank you, good-bye. And then there is vocabulary… SO much vocabulary. You always start with basic things - said pleasantries, food, weather, asking for directions, clothing. Then you move on to more advanced things. In my case, since my diploma in French was largely literary-based, we moved through the milieu of literature. Starting with short stories, we stumbled through a few short pages of something simple like La Petit Prince, carefully underlining and looking up every word we didn’t know before moving on to actually reading it. There are tedious steps when you start out reading in another language ... read more

Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille February 1st 2008

This entry is a result of a very heated argument I recently witnessed between a friend of mine, a Mexican-American (American, though, in this context/on this cultural point), and her French boyfriend. My friend (we’ll call her Marta, since I don’t want to put her real name, but I also don’t want to keep calling her “my friend”) was applying for doctorate programs in the States, and she was hurrying to finish her essays and get them in before their due dates. I was at her house hanging out and working on my lesson plans when she asked me to read over one of her essays for one of the schools. The essay prompt was asking something fairly typical and generic, begging for at least some level of BS, like: “Describe how a difficult moment in ... read more

Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille January 12th 2008

Another birthday.. This calls for celebration - or in fact commiseration as I hit the late 20's bracket.. There has been some debate on this matter amongst friends - apparently I'd already hit this 2 years ago and apparently I was in denial.. Anyway, it's an excuse to celebrate.. Thursday (my equivalent Australian birthday - oh yes we do like to extend the celebrations!): The festivities begin with drinks at The Clarence with my anti-Mahiki work colleagues..This is your typical old man's pub in Mayfair - and they are proud as at the very least, I have been weaned off the Mayfair bar (yes I know the beers are slightly cheaper!) We then head to Mahiki for some serious cocktails and nibblies on the side...quite the popular star hangout (its usually splashed in the metro/london lite) ... read more
Flowers from the Flores family
2 michelin stars later..
Drinkies

Europe » France » Nord-Pas de Calais » Lille December 12th 2007

So I finally got my act together and was able to make it to the free clinic before it closed (you don’t have the right to get sick between 12PM and 2PM or between 5PM and 8AM when you don’t have Social Security), which is a good hour commute from my work anyhow. But let me set the stage for the experience. I buzz when I arrive and the door is opened for me. I enter. The waiting room is small and bare. There are cheap plastic chairs outlining the room, and there is an office with glass walls to one side of the room, where the ‘assistant social’ is seated, filling out some paperwork. There are crying children everywhere, exhausted mothers, impatient fathers, coughing teenagers, trembling senior citizens. People. Everywhere. One by one, the patients ... read more




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