So hi. Class is mostly frustrating. It's a culture class, but it's being taught by a french woman, Florence, who doesn't speak english. Obviously, as it is completely in french, I do not understand very much. I tend to get the gist of whatever is being said, but other than that, not much.
Today was suuuuuper awkward. It was the first day of more intense class, yesterday she showed us around and stuff, but today we had discussion. I guess. Sort of. We sit in a big circle of desks and she talks and we are supposed to also talk, but being one of the lowest leveled people on the trip, it's extra hard. Also, I am constantly distracted by her mustache. I mean, I can grow a bit of facial hair, but there's no way this woman has EVER shaved this thing. It's huge. She's really nice, but I just can't stop looking at her mustache. I'm sure I'll get used to it eventually, but right now, It's really distracting. Anyways, today we were discussing...something, and I hadn't really been able to get a comment in, because it just takes me a long time to form french sentences and I hardly knew what was going on anyway, and she looked over at me, and suddenly starts talking. It was just this rapid strain of incomprehensible french; the only thing I got was that she thought I wasn't participating enough. Needless to say, I was completely embarrassed and nervous, and then she stopped and looked at me really intently, like she was waiting for me to say something, aaaand I started crying. Not loud crying, just the kind you can't really keep to yourself no matter how hard you try, and then I was extra embarrassed AND she felt bad and everyone else felt bad and it was just awful. She called break and then we sort of talked and she said that if it was too slow to get something in french, then I could just say it in english and then say it in french after, and the class could help me with vocab. Of course, she said this in french, but I got it eventually. The point is, AWK. WARD. And I felt bad! eventually I explained, with help from some other students, that I didn't mean to cry, and that it was just a stress reaction, and she understood. UGH. Fuuuuuuuuuck french.
Even though all that sounds pretty pathetic, I do feel like I'm already getting better, so yay! Claudette's frequent mini vocab lessons are helping a TON, at least.
So AFTER that awkwardness, we all just sort of sat around the courtyard for two hours, because we had a cooking class at 2:30! We made some stuff, it was delicious. Kind of fun, kind of just annoying. I have realised I just will never be able to like an entire group of people, adn there are some real idiots in our group, so...yeah. People. You are in a foreign country, taking a class from a very nice french woman. The LEAST you can do is try to listen. Ugh. BUT ANYWAY, I think I will upload a couple pictures from that when I get back to the house, and it will have its own post.
So yeah, no pictures or anything today, sorry. Today and yesterday I drew in my sketchbook, instead of with my tablet, but tonight I'll do something on the computer, besides try to get the internet working for an hour and then play the Sims for two hours. WOO FRANCE.
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Breaking down in tears in class, huh? Welcome to my world, Jane-a-fer. The bad news is, things tend to get worse before they get better when you feel this lost. The good news is, these tend to be the most beneficial classes you take in college. Every professor who's ever succeeded in making me cry has also succeeded in really improving my knowledge of what they're teaching. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Cliche, I know, but sometimes it's true. (Just not with things, like, terminal illnesses...)
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