Salut salut!
I am officially an elementary school teacher. Well, sort of. I completed my first full week of teaching and when I say full, I mean I work 12 hours a week. If anyone is familiar with the French way of living, it goes a little something like this: you work for a few hours, take a two hour lunch, work for a few more hours, a couple smoke/coffee breaks in there and voila, c'est tout. The French are also keen on taking as many holidays as possible, so, in a week I am off to Switzerland for one of my many paid vacations. Life is so hard here.
The French babies are absolutely adorable. As many of you know, I am mildly obsessed with babies, particularly French ones. I teach CP (our equivalent of 1st grade) up until CM1 (our 5th grade). I have three different schools, with six different classes, and many different buses to take on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays. Primary schools here are off on Wednesdays (shocker) and I don't teach on Tuesdays aka pretty sweet deal. School here is very different- primary school teachers aren't the bubbly, animated teachers we grew up with. They are sticklers and if you mess up in class, game over. The French learn to write in cursive and only cursive- the kids all have the same graph-like paper which they write in with precise and careful lettering. On their desks, they all have pen cases with rulers, white out, and glue. If a kid doesn't write exactly how the teacher wants, things get ugly. I was observing a class and this one boy spelled a word wrong. Menial, right? False. The teacher called him out in class, while the other kids snickered and mumbled under their breaths "I can't believe he spelled that wrong" etc. Well, if a word is spelled wrong, you better believe that kid feels horrible. He took out his white out, corrected his mistake, all with 20 pairs of eyes pouring into him. I felt so bad for this kid- in the States, we would just pat the kid on the back and tell him to try again. Here, not so much. With that being said, English lessons are meant to be a break in this rigid system- they are filled with games, activities and laughter. It's okay if they mess up, learning a language is hard, and that's something I'm hoping to teach them as well.
My kids are fantastic- for the most part, they are stoked to learn English (there are a few who are wondering what I'm doing teaching them English when they clearly just learned how to speak and write in French). The teachers are enthusiastic as well- many of them don't know English, so they sit in the back while I teach, practicing "hello, my name is..." along with their students. It's really great to see their progress after a week as well- kids who couldn't say "hello, what is your name" can now ask that question and respond. While I'm supposed to speak only English in the class, I do need to speak French when I explain how to translate something, or to explain a game. Some of the kids were confused when I spoke French and asked me if I was French. Um, is my French really that? Probably not, I speak like a 4th grader. Questions I get asked in school: "You're from Washington? Do you know Obama?" "Do you know Madonna?" "Do you live in the White House?" "Can you see the Statue of Liberty?" These are the staples from American culture the kids know- they have no idea that the Statue of Liberty is in New York, or that Obama and I don't hang out when I'm home. They are so cute though, so I usually laugh and try to explain that it is impossible for me to live in the White House.
Alors, I have one more week of classes, then off for 10 days! I cannot wait to get my hike on in Switzerland with my friends, and to, of course, take a million photos. It's crazy how when I get back, it will be November. We need to teach the kids about Halloween, not that I know the history, but I'm sure if I bring in candy they won't even care about the history lesson.
Tours is beautiful right now- we've had about five days of mucky weather but suddenly, fall has arrived. The air is crisp and the fall colors are coming out along the Loire River. Today, I went for a run and the French were out and walking (there's nothing else to do in this country on Sundays, so everyone is just out walking). Luckily, we've had great weather the past couple of days. My friends and I tried to go to a Chateau but pulled an American tourist and took the wrong bus. We decided we have seven months here, so we'll be able to go another time...and to the other amazing chateaus in the region.
C'est tout for now- I'm going to start tutoring a girl in English for some extra euro euro bills on the side. She wants to learn grammar and that whole jazz, which will be interesting because I can't tell you what the pluperfect tense is in English. Just another experience...
Bisous!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Week 2: Et alors, on y va...
Technically, this was my first full week but for the sake of blogging, I'll bend the rules and consider it my second week. I've been here just over a week and am already in love with Tours. By chance, I found an amazing apartment right in the heart of Tours. My street is called place foire le roi, which translates in fair the king. My petite rue is located just off rue colbert which is the oldest street in the city, dating back to the 17th century and you can definitely tell. The cobble stone streets are ancient, and the little stores and restaurants are tiny and packed together. I live right across from an Irish pub, The Pale, and there is a rager every single evening. This morning, the owners and their friends were up at 9 am, drinking beer and watching football. There is never a dull moment in this town.
My apartment is on the third floor right above this little tea shop. The stairwell smells like tea and spices constantly, which helps with the old, musty smell of the ancient building. My landlord, Pierre, is this old french man who speaks with a thick accent, straight out of the countryside. He knows absolutely no english whatsoever, so signing the lease and figuring out the contract was challenging. Luckily, he is very laissez-faire, as most french people are. He gave me the keys before I moved in, and before I had even paid rent. This country is so relaxed and moves at such a slower pace, it's fantastic. It's completely acceptable to take multiple breaks throughout your day, for a coffee or beer, and to linger over your 2 hr lunch break without worrying about getting back to the office.
My apartment is the perfect size for one person: you walk in, and I have a little kitchen, equipped with a mini fridge (Pierre replaced the large fridge saying it would be too big for me, little did he know that fridge was 1/3 the size of normal American apartment), a stove top and of course, a typical french washing machine. The french do not use a dryer, so that will be an interesting experience once I decide it's time to do laundry. My apartment came fully furnished, thank goodness, including a fantastic old wooden kitchen table, chairs, and full bed. I made a necessary trip to Ikea- located, conveniently, 10 minutes away by bus. I purchased bedding, pots and pans, and little accessories to spruce up the place. Once I moved in, I made several trips to Monoprix- the Target of France- for cleaning supplies and food. I spent my first full day in my apartment cleaning and organizing, and rewarded myself with a nice bottle of Beaujolais which I enjoyed with my friends. All the friends I've made live fairly close to me, but everywhere in town is, for the most part, within walking distance. From my windows, you can see the beautiful cathedral in town and of course the rest of Rue Colbert- thankfully, my mom gave me ear plugs before I left, just in case. How did she know I would be living on one of the nosiest streets in town? The 5am street cleaners don't faze me, thanks to her brillance.
Today is Sunday and in France, the day of rest is taken literally. Shops and restaurants are, for the most part, closed the entire day. The Pale is open every day, but then again, they tend to defy the norms of this country. I went for a run today and it was as if the busy town had emptied out, just for the day. Hardly any cars were on the main street of Rue Nationale because people tend to nest and veg the entire day. The Loire River is runs through town, and on this cloudless beautiful day, people were enjoying picnics and lounging along the riverside, all with baguettes and wine.
My first day of orientation went smoothly and without fault. The teachers in charge of all the primary schools are the sweetest woman and told us to not hesitate if we need anything. I'm teaching at three schools, in Tours Nord which is located just over the Loire river. On Monday, my actual teachers I will be teaching with will pick me up and introduce me to the students where I will have observing hours. All next week, we have orientation to understand the french curriculum which, is completely different from the States. I start to teach a week from Monday, and I cannot wait to read the kids "Goodnight Moon" and teach them Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. French babies, get at me.
I'm ready to get into the swing of teaching, and to keep exploring this wonderful little town. Since I've been here I have opened a french bank account and signed a lease on an apartment, two things I barely know how to do in english. I did, however, barely understood what the man at the bank was telling me, or what Pierre was saying about the hot water, but I did my best, smiled and always said "ouais." Et alors, on y va...
Bisous!
My apartment is on the third floor right above this little tea shop. The stairwell smells like tea and spices constantly, which helps with the old, musty smell of the ancient building. My landlord, Pierre, is this old french man who speaks with a thick accent, straight out of the countryside. He knows absolutely no english whatsoever, so signing the lease and figuring out the contract was challenging. Luckily, he is very laissez-faire, as most french people are. He gave me the keys before I moved in, and before I had even paid rent. This country is so relaxed and moves at such a slower pace, it's fantastic. It's completely acceptable to take multiple breaks throughout your day, for a coffee or beer, and to linger over your 2 hr lunch break without worrying about getting back to the office.
My apartment is the perfect size for one person: you walk in, and I have a little kitchen, equipped with a mini fridge (Pierre replaced the large fridge saying it would be too big for me, little did he know that fridge was 1/3 the size of normal American apartment), a stove top and of course, a typical french washing machine. The french do not use a dryer, so that will be an interesting experience once I decide it's time to do laundry. My apartment came fully furnished, thank goodness, including a fantastic old wooden kitchen table, chairs, and full bed. I made a necessary trip to Ikea- located, conveniently, 10 minutes away by bus. I purchased bedding, pots and pans, and little accessories to spruce up the place. Once I moved in, I made several trips to Monoprix- the Target of France- for cleaning supplies and food. I spent my first full day in my apartment cleaning and organizing, and rewarded myself with a nice bottle of Beaujolais which I enjoyed with my friends. All the friends I've made live fairly close to me, but everywhere in town is, for the most part, within walking distance. From my windows, you can see the beautiful cathedral in town and of course the rest of Rue Colbert- thankfully, my mom gave me ear plugs before I left, just in case. How did she know I would be living on one of the nosiest streets in town? The 5am street cleaners don't faze me, thanks to her brillance.
Today is Sunday and in France, the day of rest is taken literally. Shops and restaurants are, for the most part, closed the entire day. The Pale is open every day, but then again, they tend to defy the norms of this country. I went for a run today and it was as if the busy town had emptied out, just for the day. Hardly any cars were on the main street of Rue Nationale because people tend to nest and veg the entire day. The Loire River is runs through town, and on this cloudless beautiful day, people were enjoying picnics and lounging along the riverside, all with baguettes and wine.
My first day of orientation went smoothly and without fault. The teachers in charge of all the primary schools are the sweetest woman and told us to not hesitate if we need anything. I'm teaching at three schools, in Tours Nord which is located just over the Loire river. On Monday, my actual teachers I will be teaching with will pick me up and introduce me to the students where I will have observing hours. All next week, we have orientation to understand the french curriculum which, is completely different from the States. I start to teach a week from Monday, and I cannot wait to read the kids "Goodnight Moon" and teach them Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. French babies, get at me.
I'm ready to get into the swing of teaching, and to keep exploring this wonderful little town. Since I've been here I have opened a french bank account and signed a lease on an apartment, two things I barely know how to do in english. I did, however, barely understood what the man at the bank was telling me, or what Pierre was saying about the hot water, but I did my best, smiled and always said "ouais." Et alors, on y va...
Bisous!
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