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Bonjour, mademoiselle … French class

Bonjour, mademoiselle …

French class began last night. I think the instructor is trying to scare the hell out of us. Not by the work she’s giving us, although there seems to be quite a bit of it, but more by her attitude. She’s a screamer. I dont think she’s a mean screamer, just one of those loud talkers.

As each of us walked in the room, she’d say “bonjour, monsieur or mademoiselle or madamme” depending on your gender and marital status. We then had to quickly reply “bonjour mademoiselle”. Not just bonjour, because that would be rude. Yeah. Like we knew that. Um, isnt this French 101 … like beginning French.

Anyhow, after the first few people screwed it up, the rest of us caught on pretty quickly. We said what we had to say and she moved on. Whew, that was a close one.

After an hour and a half of going over her rules and regs, we began actually learning something. We started out with numbers one through ten, although I tend to get stuck after five. See the problem is that she doesnt write anything on the board and when she does, she wont translate it for us. So basically, I’ll be able to speak french, I just wont be able to write it or know what I’m saying. My notes look more like hyroglyphics from egyptian pyramids.

We also began our vowels and learned a little song which she made us sing in class. She split the class into three sections and had each group start the song at a different time. You’d think we were a music class or something. It was a funny site, but we learned the song. Have no clue what its about though.

I do however feel like a frenchy when I’m reading the song outloud. No one needs to know that I’m talking about “how cold the top of the tree” is.

Bonjour, monsieur.

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