Today we had the first day of orientation for incoming international students at ESCP-EAP. Which means Ecole Superiere de Commerce de Paris. We were excited to meet the other students, but we not looking forward to waking at 7 am. As le metro speed above ground, we greeted the sun rising with a fuschia haze over the rooftops of the city.
So far, I think I'll be able to keep my expenses here under control. I guess spending a summer in NYC helps this mode of rationalization a bit. But hey, any place where I can buy a freshly made crepe avec Nutella for 3€ is fine by me! I'm under a strict no-buying-clothing policy. If you have seen my closet, you know that the last thing I need is another dress. Except a girl can never have too many scarves right...? Especially in a cold environment like Austin...
Even if I had no interest in improving my French, I'm pretty sure I would have to in any case. As the token French speaker in the group, I've assumed the role of translator. That is, I preface every exchange with "Je parle francais tres mal." But I think I am improving day-by-day. When we went out the other night, I was even able to hold a semi-conversation with four Francophiles. I can't wait for the moment when I naturally think in French instead of translating from English first. I have started to develop a quasi-French/American/British(?) accent when speaking English. Um, yeah, don't even ask.
Quasi-accents are the best. When visiting relatives of my father, I start slipping into a Minnesotan accent. I imagine that to native Texans, it sounds like walking onto the set of Fargo.
ReplyDeleteJen, I like your blog, keep it up. --James.
ReplyDeleteMy friend who just got back from Scotland doesn't have an accent, but she phrases her questions differently. Like, "Oh, he's coming is he?"
ReplyDeleteSo maybe you'll sound like that when you get home.
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Just wait until you start to dream in French. Then you will wake up baffled. ahha
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