It’s been a full week of me in France now and I almost feel like my French has gotten worse. I cant definitely feel it getting worse throughout the day, which is fascinating. Like I wake up and i can speak but as the day goes on the long words become harder to stay without mixing up the syllables and trying to make compound verbe tenses? Forget about it. I’m sure it’s just me realizing how much more there is to learn (which I already knew) and perhaps becoming more self-conscious about it.
Class at Paris VII are supposed to start on Monday but I haven’t signed up for any and they aren’t listed online and the ones that are normally offered don’t look like they’re going to work for various reasons. All that to say that I’ve been having a multi-day-long “what have I done” moment. Leaving the certainty of Smith’s curriculum and their path to actually get a chemistry degree to go live in a foreign country with a family whom I know nothing about in seems veritably insane right now. I kept thinking I’d make a chem course work this semester but now unless some magic happens (which apparently is what tends to happen, but I like things to just *work*), I might not be able to take any chem courses this semester. Major bummer.
I’ve now met my host parents’ daughter and her husband. We had dinner together the other night and wow was that an experience. Normally I can mostly follow dinner conversation but NOPE not then.
- There were 4 adult french people talking over each other.
- They were using slang while talking over each other/having multiple conversations at once.
- They were talking about a shared history, and were all excited so they spoke faster than normal.
- They were talking about a real-estate search and I can’t even follow those conversations in English.
It was quiet an experience.
I of course have some more commentaries on Parisians now that I’ve lived here for all of a week, but those are for another day.
Song of the Day: The Breach by Dustin Tebbutt