Well the two weeks of french classes are over. Things have certainly gotten better--I've made some pretty cool friends, discovered I really like nutella and peanut butter and REALLY hate allergies.... I have also learned that I suck big time at speaking french, but am not too shabby with writing it. In talking with some of the other exchange students we've all come to the conclusion that once we dream in french, we know we've learned the language. Unfortunately that hasn't happened yet, for me at least. I came close in one dream, but it was me and a couple friends attempting to tell a french person what we wanted (similar to what we do when we go to the train station to buy some tickets).
Oh mon dieu! It's very slowly seeping in that I am, in fact, in France and will be for some time. on paper it's not that long. But in reality? Woah. In Canada we're kinda used to seeing french on our packaging, but we're also used to seeing english on that same packaging. When you're out grocery shopping (which I just came back from. Note to self: NEVER GO SHOPPING ON A FRIDAY NIGHT) you have to rely on whatever french knowledge you have and you're ridiculously good talents at looking at pictures (props to art history!! what?!?!) to get you by. Au revoir for now!
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