French Word(s) of the Day: Je suis toujours en vie (juh swee too-jur on vee)- I’m still alive
It’s been so long that I’m sure some of you are convinced that I went back into the hospital/ have been kidnapped and sold into slavery. Fear not! Je suis toujours en vie.
My neck finally decided to start working again on Friday, which was good. My doctor told me that stress was making my lupus act up and that I should be “all good” now.
It was quite the event-filled weekend. My friend MJ, Théo and Théo’s dad all had birthday parties this weekend, so my days were spent recovering. They were mostly in French, and I found that I now understand people when they speak in French. I no longer have the deer-in-headlights look. Sometimes, I can even respond properly. Successsssss.
I started my internship today! I wrote an article that can be found here (though will probably not interest any of you… look at it solely for the byline): http://www.editorsweblog.org/newsrooms_and_journalism/2011/03/bbloomberg_lpb_the_success_story_that_ke.php
In my excitement, I forgot to properly cite my sources, so anything that says “according to” has been added in by my editor. Oops.
Everyone was really nice. My boss took us all for lunch at a cute cafe to welcome me to the group. Everyone speaks English, but we do sometimes translate French articles/ have to communicate with the French IT guy. I was misinformed about the French levels. I’m not sure how good everyone’s French is, but I do know that many of them at least can understand it.
My neighbor and I had to have a talk a week ago when she decided to turn on her television at one in the morning. She answered her door naked (why?!) and stood behind the door the entire time glaring at me. I wanted to say, “Look, you’re the one who decided NOT to put on a towel or something before answering the door.” Instead, I just ignored it and continued to talk to her as if she were fully clothed.
She unwillingly agreed to wear headphones if she turns on the tv after midnight. This really means that she has just lowered the volume slightly. As I can now sleep, I don’t care.
I’ve also started classes. The infamous Madame Dubois is baaaaaaaack. She seemed excited to see me, and there ARE other Americans in the class, so I’m hoping I won’t be attacked this semester on behalf of my country. You all are hard to defend sometimes.
I’m off to analyze some poems in French. A student’s work is never done.
Pain au chocolat count: 58