Today was my first day at the french language school here in Paris. To say it was intimidating would be an understatement. Let me first say this: there is no english allowed. One word of english is permitted very rarely if absolutely necessary. Now, departing from a country where english is not only dominantly spoken but expected of its inhabitants and entering a world without it feels positively terrifying. It’s as if english is the fuel in my engine, and without it I feel suddenly halted, handicapped and helpless. Simple tasks like asking a question of my professor, the cashier, or a shop owner becomes a challenge of the highest degree, a guessing game in which the prize is another phrase learned, a carton of eggs successfully purchased or directions to the nearest bathroom received. But it’s not all gloom and doom. Being submerged in a place so foreign has already taught me so much. In just 3 short days I’ve become familiar with the workings of le metro, the general outline of my neighborhood, and having a cup of tea in a french café all by myself. Three things that loomed over me like a big Parisian rain cloud before this trip. So here I am, in France, learning the language, making friends with foreigners (did I mention I am the only American in my class?), and riding the underground train with the locals. You can be proud of me, I accept. :)
French is a nice language! I think it will be fun as soon as you’ve got the basic things in your head.
Ca va s’arranger ;).
That sounds amazing!! Have been searching for a good language school in france! Could you tell me the name of the school you are going to??
Of course! It is called Accord Paris, you can find more information online. I love it so far…hope this helps! XO
Merci beaucoup for the quick reply!! I will look it up on google :)
de rien :) bon chance!