An American in Pays de la Loire
Alias : assistant de langue
Today was another glorious morning of waking up around 11am, casually making coffee with that incredible French milk and sugar(why does it taste so better over here??). But let me first explain how my weekend was. I arrived on Thursday with my dear Charlotte and her mother. Initial remarks: the appointment with my bank overwhelmed me a bit, especially vocbaulary wise. I did learn the word for a wire transfer, but of course it went in and out of my ears with several other financial terms. I remember I have similar experiences with banks in America….I guess its just finance in general that provokes a rather pungent smell, and thus I find myself running the opposite way. Speaking of…have to go the bank again today. Ha.
But had a wonderful weekend of meeting people and discovering exactly how differ France and French culture really is. Point 1: the socialism. I went to the train station yesterday to buy a reduction card called the carte 12-25, which is a little godsend for us folk who find themselves itching to travel every other day. On the wall near the station, in graffiti, I saw the greatest images. On one wall was written, POUVOIR AUX TRAVAILLEURS (power to the workers), and on the other wall it say, BIENVENUE A LA TERRE ANTIFASCISTE (this last point, I would argue, is a little less true). With this facet, will come the amazing phenomena of strikes here in France. I have not, as yet, been affected by them, other than eagerly observing their civic engagement. However other former language assistants assure me that they can be one giant pain in the ass, especially when train workers are striking and you need to take a train to catch a flight. Alors, on verra! I have seen many posters around supporting the greve, and the parti de gauche, here in france. If you want to check out what they are all about, the website is www.partidegauche.fr
I was reading an article in the weekly magazine, le nouvel observateur, about the issue of changing the age of retirement. And the rhetoric was unbelievably about class conflict, les ouvriers (the working class), and not giving all the power to the upper classes. In other words, while in America we tend to avoid class conflict discourse, here in France, it is IMPOSSIBLE to avoid it.
Anyway, moving onto social interaction: Voila the plethora of people I have met: Other English assistants, mostly from the UK, a wonderful guy who lives in my apartment complex who came here from Sudan, and traveled to Egypt to get to France to work. He left in 2007 and has some pretty amazing stories. Then last night the other language assistants and myself met a group of guys in the French army!! One of the last things I expected to happen I would say. I had a very long conversation with one guy in particular about the respect for the army in France, and he admitted it was very minimal. He has been in for 3 years and has about 2 years left (signed a 5 year contract). Next time I see him I need to ask him about veterans benefits here, and how they compare to veteran benefits in America, as this is a very unfamiliar topic for me.
Hmmm what else this weekend? I went and saw a great film called Hors la loi, which was about one of the most fascinating historical events (in my eyes of course), the Algerian war of independence. It focused on three brothers, one of which was less willing to involve himself with the rise of the FLN resistance in France, and the other two who were essential leaders of the movement. It showed the violence surrounding both the French resistance to Algerian independence, as well as the reciprocal violence (and corruption) of the FLN. The FLN is still the major party in power in Algeria.
Anyway, my life of tranquility and happy discovery will be slights modified, as I begin working on Friday. Nonetheless I am very excited about meeting more people and seeing the little Frenchies to whom I will be teaching the so-called universal language of English. One of the guys in the army last night asked us why we learn other languages since we already know English. NOOOOO, I thought, do not succumb to this false consciousness of imperialism and US/Western hegemony. But instead, I insisted that other languages were crucial modes of communication with the diverse people and cultures of the world. To better understand the world, politics, religion, culture, etc. language is essential. With that being said, I need to add language colors to my paint pallet: next on the list, ARABIC. It’d be nice to fit Spanish in there somewhere as well…
Ok I’m off to do the morning rounds of email writing, errands to the bank, etc.
I am, though, trying to explore all facets of French culture, so tonight. I am attending a FASHION show here in Laval. I saw bits of one this past weekend, which was held outside. Of course, being in France, one has to learn a thing or two about fashion.
Oh by the way found some great news songs (mostly commercial techno, but what can I say, it is my materialist weakness coming out).
1.) (I particularly love this title) We no speak Americano
2.) Déjà vu, by Inna (I know she sounds like a techno princess, but I can’t help it! I love her!)
3.) Gold by Antoine Clamaran (two thumbs up)
4.) Ether Party by Delyno (more trance music, but nonetheless great)
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