I reviewed the syllabus of the Reed organic chemistry class and… the amount of stuff they cover over the course of the year is, in fact, what we (in France) did in one semester. So not only was this organic chemistry in a different language but at twice the pace! Brilliant. Oh well, whatever, I validated the subject and now am taking the “Year Three” course; tant mieux, je suppose, que j’aurai davantage de connaissance (ou, théoretiquement, au moins).
In other news, I am quite happy with my class selection for second semester. Although…I would’ve liked to fit French composition in there to really improve my French. I feel I haven’t been actively attempting to enhance my vocabulary and handle on grammar, which kind of bothers me, since I’ll have spent a year with only marginal upgrades to my command de la langue française. It probably doesn’t help that I am blogging in English. Or thinking in English. Ahhhhhhh.
Thursday was My Moment of Misanthropy. I had to deal with annoying French Administration again for class registration (reeeeeeeally draining) and afterward, when a scruffy, disheveled-looking guy on the corner asked me for money, I asked him what kind of food he liked & said I’d run and get it for him in the adjacent Monoprix. Normally it’s “beggars can’t be choosers,” no? No! Not in France. He proceeded to insult my French, but not before demanding money in lieu of food first. The gall! Here I was trying to do something nice for someone…
At this point, with my frustration meter already off the scales from the Bureaucracy Bitches, I was 2 nanoseconds away from doing something rash. But, I responded that I don’t like giving money, and that it’s too bad he doesn’t want free food, and have a good day, goodbye. Normally beggars on the street break my heart, which is why I invite them for food sometimes, but now…donno. I think that if I ever have a lot of money, I will give it to really constructive programs, such as education, OMSI and various other museums, research, the arts. Keep people from even getting to the point of being on the street corner, instead of giving food and money without really fixing the problem. Of course, everyone needs to eat, but I’ve actually talked to a lot of homeless people and the problem runs much deeper than that.
SPEAKING of education: Friday was FAR-more Fantastic (okay, I’ll stop with dorky capitalized alliterations now!). I get yet more vacation (don’t ask me how this works; probably, by the end of August, I will have actually worked less than HALF the time I got paid for), but Friday was the last day before the nice, long two-week break from… well, not teaching. Um.
Anyway, the lesson plan I’d prepared ended up working really well, and THEN, at the end of the day, one of the girls came up and said “Célia! Je te souhaite des très bonnes vacances!” and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek in the French tradition. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute! I was beaming all day after that.
Okay, that’s about it, except that I’m really itching to do some hardcore traveling once April gets here…so I need to get started on planning that.
All for now!