Je suis allée au cours
Last week, I attended the first week of a three-week French intensive program at a local university.
Mostly because I've lived with a house full of francophones for 25 years, I placed into Niveau 5, Intermediate Advanced, a horribly inaccurate assessment. When a thirty-minute homework assignment takes you four hours, that's a sign.
During the first week, I demoted myself twice, until I could find the sweet spot where I was challenged, but not losing ground every day: bienvenue, Niveau 3, Pre-intermediate.
Busting myself down made waves among my former classmates. They were in summer school either to ramp up their French for a new job (with tuition paid by the employer) or needed a certain level of proficiency to assure anxious parents that they were not strictly there to party through the Montreal summer's endless festival. (I'll never tell, Lourdes.) They looked at me curiously, enviously.
In Pre-Intermediate, class was mostly free from the nerve-wracking stress of dictée, and life improved immensely. I looked forward to class.
In four days, I felt the panic, confusion, sleep loss, self-recrimination and hopelessness that learning difficulties engender. Until I took myself into a class where I could cope, my mood of frustration spilled over to the rest of life. I'm glad that I–a star student in my youth–experienced this struggle; the empathy alone was worth the pain.
Jules |
As predicted, his brain developed out of the most significant difficulties. I have a much more vivid sense of his struggles and achievement.
I'm enjoying Sonia, our teacher: think of a Quebeçoise version of Robin Williams in "Good Morning Vietnam" and you have her. Tiny miniskirt, rectangular prof glasses, swooping scarves and a clown's mimetic skills.
Everybody works it in French; a burly American doctor does a perfect supermodel strut, and we learn.
C'est formidable, Eddie! |
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Happily, once I acknowledged it was going to take more work than I had planned, things worked out.
As to French -- good for you! I spent a vacation car trip with my husband listening to French tapes in preparation (his) for a trip. The business about how they do numbers was just crazy.
Studying for my Spanish exam this spring brought a lot of things back to me, not least among them how stressful the whole process is!
(Here's a funny thing -- my WV is "munie" -- a useful French word you can add to your vocabulary.)
We tried a French class a few years ago and found it impossible to keep up with the pace of the class. It's really hard!
Bon chance!
JJP: Merci!
coffeeaddict: I realize how many kids face this every day, in just that standard educational process.
RoseAG: Congratulations! No matter what the skill, it's usually work.
une femmer: While it is harder, I also think it's important to use the brain as we age- but now I'm reminded of how hard I actually worked in school.
Rubi: Love it; maybe that is Eddie's trick for being able to perform in French. (But- heard he is not cross-dressing n performance these days.)
dana: As I respond, one hour from curtain time and getting my knickers in a twist.
Susan Tiner: A leveler for what? I am guessing I have only fair talent for languages.
LPC: He loves redheads- just like Maman!
MJ: Platte: Familiar Quebec slang for "it's boring" or more accurately "it's a drag".
Lorrie: Uh, who am I to correct your French but it's bonne chance, et merci!
Toby: That's right ,the anxiety cancel out a big part of your brain. As my teacher says in Frangish, "ne stress-toi pas". I remember that same deer in a headlights feeling in math, too.
Joan: I cannot wait, and Le Duc says he might try to pick up a ticket for the French performance too.
Quand j'ai commencé à étudier le Français, ici, au Brésil, j'avais du mal de tête tous les soirs. Il faut donner un peu de temps au cerveau pour qu'il s'accoutume...
Bonne chance!
Mom: I was educated in the US, where I lived until age 22. French language education is not compulsory in Canada outside the province of Quebec, and the majority of Canadians are not bilingual.
As for the LD's I sure had them in maths growing up. My son has severe LD's in everything, especially writing. Patience and compassion with ourselves and our loved ones is certainly in order. A sense of humor helps as well.
materfamilias: I have a resident tutor (when he feels like it) for conversation and vocabulary, but what I really need are drills and grammar exercises, which Le Duc understandably will not provide for me. Right now every day is like a tiny button in that pail.