Our superb language school, IS-Aix, seemed to stumble a bit in its week-to-week handoff. The teachers assigned no homework, so I watched a lot of television in French (hey, I’m a geek), reviewed the 400+ vocabulary words I put on Quizlet last week, and read through all my notes and handouts on the subjunctive, which, along with some of the complex prepositional phrases, remain something of a mystery to me.
Still, I’m trying. I’m excited to meet two new teachers and a largely new class this week. David, the Irish philosopher and retired engineer in my group, has finished his classes. Two other students have opted for private lessons. The only other student continuing in my group is Luciano, a Brazilian-born, Milan-trained engineer whose work now centers on importing gourmet foods. (The backgrounds of many of our fellow students are fascinating.)
I’m not sure how IS juggles all the comings and goings at the school every two weeks, when one crowd of students leaves and another arrives. We will find out.
It rained, hard, all weekend here in the sunny South, but that made it easier to hunker down, take afternoon naps (I’m an old geek), and read a bit. We ventured out in the rain last night to watch a screening of the Bolshoi Ballet, sent to theatres around the world. We were accompanied by my Australian bridge partner, Sarah, with whom I can’t wait to get back to the tables (besides, at Aix’s bridge club, I feel like a young geek, given the average age).
I suspect the next two weeks will either kill me or force me to improve. As the French like to say: Courage. I think I might need a bit more skill, too. My new classmates include an Australia who (gulp) teaches French, a Swiss veterinarian who studied it for six years in school, and an already bi-lingual Canadian-Guatemalan braille teacher whose French is really good.
How does one say in French, “Where can I hide below the radar?”