Today, while I was singing a ton of "hello" songs with a group of five-year-olds, one adorable girl asked if we could sing another song. I asked her which one. "No, none of those ones," she said, bouncing in her seat. "Sing us a very beautiful song, and we can just sit and listen."
So I sang this.
Which one of those sentences isn't true?
October 21, 2010
October 19, 2010
and proud of it
Today when I told a class of French fifth-graders I had a dog a girl in the back of the class, who hadn't participated all hour, raised her hand. "Is your dog an American too?" She asked. And I assured her that yes, my dog is an American.
SOLIDARITÉ!
When you walk out of your apartment and see the city covered in smoke and red banners you know it's going to be a good day. Last Tuesday was going to be my first day of work, but school was closed for the national strike. I have little to nothing invested in the French retirement age, but I love a good manif so I joined in on the coolest protest/festival/party I have ever seen in my life.
Three fun facts:
1. There were like half a million people marching through the city.
2. Since school was canceled, there were tons of kids with adorable home-made signs.
3. There were really cool posters and political graffiti everywhere.
Everyone was singing awesome songs about revolution and solidarity and sticking it to the man, and there were free stickers and dancing and fireworks. At one point I got to a part of the march where I was right behind an announcer with a megaphone.
Announcer: You are tired!
Crowd: WE ARE TIRED!
Announcer: But you are unified!
Crowd: WE ARE UNIFIED!
Announcer: And now, you're going to set this city on fire!
Crowd: WE'LL SET IT ON FIRE!
Brooke: WE'LL MAKE MORE STICKERS AND DO SOME MORE DANCING!
At that point I got a little creeped out, and decided to call it a day.
Three fun facts:
1. There were like half a million people marching through the city.
2. Since school was canceled, there were tons of kids with adorable home-made signs.
3. There were really cool posters and political graffiti everywhere.
Everyone was singing awesome songs about revolution and solidarity and sticking it to the man, and there were free stickers and dancing and fireworks. At one point I got to a part of the march where I was right behind an announcer with a megaphone.
Announcer: You are tired!
Crowd: WE ARE TIRED!
Announcer: But you are unified!
Crowd: WE ARE UNIFIED!
Announcer: And now, you're going to set this city on fire!
Crowd: WE'LL SET IT ON FIRE!
Brooke: WE'LL MAKE MORE STICKERS AND DO SOME MORE DANCING!
At that point I got a little creeped out, and decided to call it a day.
October 18, 2010
I have chicken flesh
My French is nothing to brag about but my French idiom knowledge is DEFINITELY something to brag about. No one can butcher the French language while beautifully mastering its idioms as well as I can. And I show them off as often as possible.
Last night the people I live with asked me what time it was and I glanced at my watch. It was two minutes to ten. "Ten o'clock - on the dot." I said, hiding my wrist. I'm sure they think either my watch or my brain is broken. But they'll never know which.
Last night the people I live with asked me what time it was and I glanced at my watch. It was two minutes to ten. "Ten o'clock - on the dot." I said, hiding my wrist. I'm sure they think either my watch or my brain is broken. But they'll never know which.
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