Well dear and lovely readers; after a short hiatus I am back blogging. I have officially moved to Minnesnowta and work for the "man". I, sadly have become a true adult even though I am in doubt and don't want it to ever become true. No list today just rant because I own this blog like an adult...there..a purpose for the word.
I work at a French Immersion School in a before/after school setting and I don't speak a lick of French. The announcements come on and I hope that they don't pertain to me. Students ask me to help them with their homework; and I can't because it's in freakin' French. I am greeted by the staff outside of my work area in French. I have no idea what they are saying outside of "Bonjour". All the French sayings I know are from Lady Marmalade courtesy of the 90's power girl singers...none of which are helpful. I mean I could try some of them on the interns from France or teachers; but it isn't something that I want to have hanging over my head until June. They would just look at me like a crazy American and I would re-affirm their countries stereotypes on crazy Americans. Note: I won't do that....you're welcome Amurrica you're welcome.
So obviously the language I want to learn is French....at this point in time. I know a bit of ASL...(American Sign Language) and some Spanish. Tomorrow this may change into gibberish or Martian or just Aussie slang. Gosh, who knows what guvn'r?
I work at a French Immersion School in a before/after school setting and I don't speak a lick of French. The announcements come on and I hope that they don't pertain to me. Students ask me to help them with their homework; and I can't because it's in freakin' French. I am greeted by the staff outside of my work area in French. I have no idea what they are saying outside of "Bonjour". All the French sayings I know are from Lady Marmalade courtesy of the 90's power girl singers...none of which are helpful. I mean I could try some of them on the interns from France or teachers; but it isn't something that I want to have hanging over my head until June. They would just look at me like a crazy American and I would re-affirm their countries stereotypes on crazy Americans. Note: I won't do that....you're welcome Amurrica you're welcome.
So obviously the language I want to learn is French....at this point in time. I know a bit of ASL...(American Sign Language) and some Spanish. Tomorrow this may change into gibberish or Martian or just Aussie slang. Gosh, who knows what guvn'r?
