Le Petit Ecolier...
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| The cookie! The student! |
My apologies to you (both of you) who have been keeping up with my blog. Sadly due to various commitments I had to take yet another hiatus, but things are looking up in Paris, even as the rain falls down without signs of stopping.
I have, over the last month, joined the ranks of great French minds like Madame Curie, John Calvin, and the Petit Ecolier as I have begun my masters degree at the Sorbonne! I am enrolled in a program for communications, so continuing to blog is, I figure, an important component to keep up with the shenanigans going on in the internet world.
More importantly, being an American student in Paris is exciting in a less-than-usually-cliché sort of way. While plenty of foreign, English-speaking students do enroll at French schools, few enter into exclusively French programs like real French people. So far, in my program of 200+ people, I have yet to meet anyone who speaks English as their mother tongue.
This point is reinforced by the fact that I take an English course, mandatory for all students. In my seminar, I am singled out as the sole reference for all things "anglophone," be it British culture or koalas. I don't mind, but it's starting to get intense. How do you stand a chance to fight a skewed representation of your own nation when A) you haven't lived their for two years and B) there is no standard representation of your nation?
I digress, these are topics for future classwork and blog posts, but for now, just a note that I will do my best to share these fun stories with you as I step out of the kitchen (no more cooking in restaurants...it's been real...) and into the classroom. And while I'm studying I'll also have tales to tell from the life of a tour guide as I am now giving English walking tours to travelers. Aiy aiy...and I'm still writing and flexing that journalistic muscle as much as possible...
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