This morning for breakfast, I had a brioche with Nutella and OJ. Tired from the night before, I proceeded to do touring on my own in Paris. I took the Metro from Nation station (where Johan lives) to Concord on Line 1. I then proceeded on a correspondence train on Line 12 in the direction of Marie d'Issay. Exiting through the Assemblee nationale stop, I got off at the Rue Lille. I headed to the Musee d'Orsay by following Rue Lille with a lunch sack of a Chicken and Ranch sandwich and a small Coca Cola. I got there and saw the massive structure that was the Musee d'Orsay, and I had to wait 25-30 minutes in line to get a ticket. Fortunately, the line ran pretty smoothly. The place resembles a train station on the inside and had several points of interest that I passed by.
(1) The Impressionism and Post-Impressionism exhibit. Here I viewed the works of Edward Degas, Renoir, Manet, and Gaugin. It was a brisk passing by but I felt a genuine appreciation for the work. Another post-Impressionist I saw was Seurat with the world-famous "Cirque" painting.
(2) Statue of Honore de Balzac. Of course, as a nineteenth century buff, I owe so much of my interest in literature to Balzac. It was interesting to look at his sculpture while seeing the whole of the atrium of the museum.
(3) Greco-Roman statues
(4) Vincent Van Gogh's paintings, including his "Portrait de l'artiste."
(5) New Exhibition: Jean-Leon Gerome (1824-1904). Painter, sculptor, photographer, drawer. HIs work incorporated a lot of Neo-classical accents with mythological elements. For example, his painting with Daphnis and Chloe. Gerome was a painter whose work told stories and it is evident through a walk in this exhibition. It was a truly fascinating display of variety in his art.
After visiting the Musee d'Orsay, I proceeded to find a place to have lunch. So I crossed over and walked until I found the gigantesque edifice of the Louvre. I stopped to have lunch in a spot overlooking the Jardin des Tuileries and facing the pyramid at the Louvre. After marveling the largest museum of the world, I did some random wandering all over the place just to enjoy my own personal "wanderlust" in this truly remarkable city. I passed through the Jardin des Tuileries with the golden fall foliage. The yellows are bright and crisp just like the fall air. How much I truly love autumn, and in Paris, how much better it feels! I crossed the Seine and took some pictures and then looked to the Eiffel Tower. Little did I know, I had to hike a long physique-molding 4 miles in city shoes to get to the base of the tower. I didn't take the Metro and couldn't find a nearby station, so I did the traditional walking thing. I passed by the Assemblee nationale (one of the legislative bodies of the French government). Finally, after passing another museum (of African and Caribbean cultures), I arrived at my destination-- Le Tour Eiffel. I sat down at a bench, looked at the line at the base, and decided to turn back around to return home in the 20e arrondissement. I was tired and needed some rest to gain more stamina for the rest of my stay.
So I looked for a toilet, took a picture of the Tour Eiffel, and hiked another 0.75 miles to find the Metro station. After looking everywhere, I finally found the station, Ecole Militaire (note to self, use this station next time), got on, and headed back to spend the afternoon with Johan.
Johan's girlfriend, Camille, arrived today from Lyon by TGV to spend the weekend in Paris doing tours. We had dinner at 21h in a nice little local restaurant just across the street. I had a Lalandaise salade with foie gras, bacon, chicken, basalmic vinegar, bread, and a glass of warm, red wine (Emillion). So good and 17,50 euros. It was enjoyable, I feel full, and after a full day of touring the city, I prepare to get some shut eye and perhaps, get 9-10 full hours of sleep with Daylight Savings Time beginning tonight at 2:00am. Tomorrow promises to be enjoyable with visits to the Bibliotheque Nationale de France, Maison de Balzac, Arc de Triomphe, and Montmartre! Happy Halloween to all American friends.
30 October 2010
Arrival in the City of Lights
Yesterday, I took the TGV from Laval to Paris in 1h35. It was a cool and yet beautiful day in the Ile-de-la-Cite. It was warmer than I expected. I had brought along my wool peacoat. Montparnasse was crazy busy. I had to stand in line for about twenty minutes to get to a ticket machine for the Metro. I bought a set of 10 tickets for 12 euros (un carnet). Then, I began almost instantly an easy, agile navigation through the world-famous Paris Metropolitain, taking Metro Line 12 in the direction of Porte de la Chapelle. I got off at Sevres-Babylone and switched lines to the Metro Line 1 in the direction of Gare d'Austerlitz and I got off at Cluny-Sorbonne. I looked around to find my way and soon was able to find the Sorbonne, the world famous university. I took a picture of the building and walked along on my way, circling around the Latin Quarter (university district). I then saw the Pantheon, large site that is a staple of the University of Paris system. (I paid about 5 euros to see it, fee reduced for students.) Inside this massive church-like building, I saw Foucault's Pendulum and monuments of fallen writers in the Revolution. I rested for a little bit inside and then made my way down the Avenue Saint Michel to browse shops. There was one that stood out to me, a Philosophy bookstore right across from the Pantheon. I browsed a little bit and then proceeded to Notre Dame. On the way, I grabbed a coffee at a Starbucks and then headed toward the cathedral.
Little did I know, a mass was going on inside and admission was free. So I decided to listen to the mass in French for about an hour. The music and chants were gloriously beautiful with organ and a soprano leading the hymns. There was something so amazing about the lamps and the rosary windows in the evening. Enchanting. A small congregation was there for the Friday evening mass, but there was a large visitor space to sit down and listen to the mass. As the cathedral was about to close, I headed over to light a candle in memory of my late grandfather who died suddenly two years ago. I prayed over the flame and proceeded to meet my friend Johan outside the cathedral.
We went back to Johan's apartment in the 20e arrondissement on a quiet street, talked, watched a show called Qui va epouser mon fils? (Who will marry my son?), laughed, and had some dinner before heading to bed. Johan is a nice chap. I enjoy talking to him both in French and English. I look forward to hanging out with him this long weekend of Toussaint.
Little did I know, a mass was going on inside and admission was free. So I decided to listen to the mass in French for about an hour. The music and chants were gloriously beautiful with organ and a soprano leading the hymns. There was something so amazing about the lamps and the rosary windows in the evening. Enchanting. A small congregation was there for the Friday evening mass, but there was a large visitor space to sit down and listen to the mass. As the cathedral was about to close, I headed over to light a candle in memory of my late grandfather who died suddenly two years ago. I prayed over the flame and proceeded to meet my friend Johan outside the cathedral.
We went back to Johan's apartment in the 20e arrondissement on a quiet street, talked, watched a show called Qui va epouser mon fils? (Who will marry my son?), laughed, and had some dinner before heading to bed. Johan is a nice chap. I enjoy talking to him both in French and English. I look forward to hanging out with him this long weekend of Toussaint.
28 October 2010
Beautiful Saint Malo
A little excursion to the northwest of France on the coast of the English Channel (La Manche) today. It was ravishingly beautiful with sunlight gleaming through the air and sea breeze hitting me on the shoulder. Saint Malo is world-famous for its annual regatta race (Course du Rhum-- Rum Race) to the French Antilles that is held at the end of October on the eve of All Saints Day. The town is gorgeous, sitting on an isthmus jetting on the edge of the sea. Pictures are soon to appear. The Griffons and I visited a couple who lives in Saint Malo. They, in fact, have visited Tennessee many times and consider themselves Tennesseans! Patrick has worked with a record company in Memphis and has made the city famous throughout the world with his website. He speaks very good English and I enjoyed hearing about his stories about Saint Malo and visits to the States.
After a very nice lunch with pâté (meat spread) sandwiches on baguette slices and an aperitif of fruit liqueur and sparkling white wine, we made our sojourn to Saint Malo, mostly by foot. We circled the port, where the regatta boats were lined up prepared to make the transcontinental and trans-Atlantic journey southwestward. It was exciting to see all the French and English people in hoards, looking at the marvelous boats. While we were looking at the port, a group of Caribbean (Black-skinned) people were dancing and singing to music in the streets. It was neat to see the spectacle as everyone anticipated the departure of the 80 regatta fleet on the 31 October. Many will flock to the port on Sunday evening around 19h15 to see them take off. Patrick was telling me which one he thought would win (and in fact, it is a woman in the 2015 boat that is expected to have the fastest time).
After we looked at the boats, we headed to the beach to look around the fortress of Saint Malo. Patrick was telling me the entire city was destroyed at the end of World War II not by the Germans but, who knew, by the Americans who were rescuing the Frenchmen from German invasion. Much of the city was soon rebuilt, scrupulously to the very last detail of architecture. It took many years, but the city was completed in the 1970s. The city is guarded by the sea with the tide that Patrick says are the highest in the world. It is, indeed, a sight to see. The sand is grainy and yet beautiful. We made the a demi-tour around the city and came upon a fort. And then, we came upon something I didn't expect to see: the tomb of Chateaubriand! I was like, heck yes; I want to see it! So we made the trip around the city and mounted a hill to see the cross and grave marker that showed where Chateaubriand was buried. There is no mention of the name Chateaubriand. It is unmarked, except for an inscription that says that a great writer was buried here. Kind of odd; you would expect to see some kind of mausoleum for such a prolific writer of the nineteenth century. Nevertheless, it's a simple encased grave site with no markings whatsoever. Perhaps he didn't want the fame after all. Anonymity and French people? Maybe.
The city of Saint Malo is picturesque and yet it is very modern. The buildings retain their sense of centuries-old-ness, with their edifices that remained at the onset of the American invasion, and yet, they have all the modern brands and stores that put Saint Malo in the 21st century. Somehow, the old-world-ness doesn't seem to be completely there. In that respect, I was disappointed. Still, the marvel of this city on an isthmus facing the English Channel is beyond a doubt, a treasure I will take with me in the coming days.
After a very nice lunch with pâté (meat spread) sandwiches on baguette slices and an aperitif of fruit liqueur and sparkling white wine, we made our sojourn to Saint Malo, mostly by foot. We circled the port, where the regatta boats were lined up prepared to make the transcontinental and trans-Atlantic journey southwestward. It was exciting to see all the French and English people in hoards, looking at the marvelous boats. While we were looking at the port, a group of Caribbean (Black-skinned) people were dancing and singing to music in the streets. It was neat to see the spectacle as everyone anticipated the departure of the 80 regatta fleet on the 31 October. Many will flock to the port on Sunday evening around 19h15 to see them take off. Patrick was telling me which one he thought would win (and in fact, it is a woman in the 2015 boat that is expected to have the fastest time).
After we looked at the boats, we headed to the beach to look around the fortress of Saint Malo. Patrick was telling me the entire city was destroyed at the end of World War II not by the Germans but, who knew, by the Americans who were rescuing the Frenchmen from German invasion. Much of the city was soon rebuilt, scrupulously to the very last detail of architecture. It took many years, but the city was completed in the 1970s. The city is guarded by the sea with the tide that Patrick says are the highest in the world. It is, indeed, a sight to see. The sand is grainy and yet beautiful. We made the a demi-tour around the city and came upon a fort. And then, we came upon something I didn't expect to see: the tomb of Chateaubriand! I was like, heck yes; I want to see it! So we made the trip around the city and mounted a hill to see the cross and grave marker that showed where Chateaubriand was buried. There is no mention of the name Chateaubriand. It is unmarked, except for an inscription that says that a great writer was buried here. Kind of odd; you would expect to see some kind of mausoleum for such a prolific writer of the nineteenth century. Nevertheless, it's a simple encased grave site with no markings whatsoever. Perhaps he didn't want the fame after all. Anonymity and French people? Maybe.
The city of Saint Malo is picturesque and yet it is very modern. The buildings retain their sense of centuries-old-ness, with their edifices that remained at the onset of the American invasion, and yet, they have all the modern brands and stores that put Saint Malo in the 21st century. Somehow, the old-world-ness doesn't seem to be completely there. In that respect, I was disappointed. Still, the marvel of this city on an isthmus facing the English Channel is beyond a doubt, a treasure I will take with me in the coming days.
27 October 2010
Ah, this is the life.
Vacation has gone well so far here in Mayenne. Not much has happened. All I've been thinking about has been sleep and graduate school for the past several days. I got a haircut today, which is much shorter than usual. But that's the way I typically like it. I feel as if I'm getting lazier by the minute. All I really want to do is eat, sleep, and relax. But I want to do much more than that. Many people tell me I have trouble relaxing, and the truth is I have this need to have an agenda with people to see, places to go, and things to do. But relaxing is simple, elegant, and peaceful. I should take advantage of every opportunity to do this relaxing thing. In adult life, it comes less often than in youthful years.
Tonight we had walnut soup with vanilla, a simple meal with yogurt for a dessert. Simplicity is a staple of French food, and they do not like to ever overdo it. That includes actually eating it. It's something I'm noticing much more often. French people have a smaller appetite, but they love to indulge, only in smaller quantities. It's something I think that Americans can learn from the French. We Americans are so accustomed to everything BIGGER. In my personal opinion, bigger is not always better. But sometimes I have a hard time with satiating my appetite. I do have a large metabolism as a young person and I almost never feel "full" here. That's something to which I'm continually having to adjust.
This evening, I watched "West Side Story" with Theo, a young man of 14 years. It was interesting to watch the movie mostly in French, except for the songs. I enjoyed explaining some of the cultural aspects of the film to him in French so that he would understand.
Tomorrow is another one of those sleep in and relax days. Thursday, my family and I will take a day trip with sandwiches to Saint Malo in northwestern France. Should be a lot of fun. I'm getting excited about spending more time with the kids. They can be a lot of fun to hang around and play with.
As for Friday, I leave for Paris at 13h40 from the Gare Laval. I will arrive in Paris at 15h15 and will have four hours to sightsee around the Latin Quarter and the Notre Dame Cathedral before my friend comes to take me to his apartment in the 20e arrondissement. I will do quite a bit of sightseeing with him as well as on my own. Tuesday, I will go to see a play by Moliere called "Le medecin malgre lui," which is a farcical comedy. Looking forward to that.
The joys of living in France continue to shine through as my first month here draws to a close.
Tonight we had walnut soup with vanilla, a simple meal with yogurt for a dessert. Simplicity is a staple of French food, and they do not like to ever overdo it. That includes actually eating it. It's something I'm noticing much more often. French people have a smaller appetite, but they love to indulge, only in smaller quantities. It's something I think that Americans can learn from the French. We Americans are so accustomed to everything BIGGER. In my personal opinion, bigger is not always better. But sometimes I have a hard time with satiating my appetite. I do have a large metabolism as a young person and I almost never feel "full" here. That's something to which I'm continually having to adjust.
This evening, I watched "West Side Story" with Theo, a young man of 14 years. It was interesting to watch the movie mostly in French, except for the songs. I enjoyed explaining some of the cultural aspects of the film to him in French so that he would understand.
Tomorrow is another one of those sleep in and relax days. Thursday, my family and I will take a day trip with sandwiches to Saint Malo in northwestern France. Should be a lot of fun. I'm getting excited about spending more time with the kids. They can be a lot of fun to hang around and play with.
As for Friday, I leave for Paris at 13h40 from the Gare Laval. I will arrive in Paris at 15h15 and will have four hours to sightsee around the Latin Quarter and the Notre Dame Cathedral before my friend comes to take me to his apartment in the 20e arrondissement. I will do quite a bit of sightseeing with him as well as on my own. Tuesday, I will go to see a play by Moliere called "Le medecin malgre lui," which is a farcical comedy. Looking forward to that.
The joys of living in France continue to shine through as my first month here draws to a close.
24 October 2010
Youth Gathering in Nantes
This weekend was one of the most spiritual I have had in France. The Lord truly blessed every aspect of my journey to Nantes, and I have truly felt the inner workings of the Holy Spirit here. How very thankful I feel to have such a strong church family that has been so kind and welcoming! After having a long week at school, I got picked up by Juliette at my house on Friday evening and I went to the church in Laval to meet the pastor. There was a gathering there with several people from the church. We had bible study and then a time of prayer. The church members prayed so earnestly for the youth gathering that it would touch many youth from the Brittany region of France. It was very moving to hear people lift up their voices in prayer for us as we prepared to go to the gathering in Nantes. Afterwards, I left with the pastor to go to his house to spend the night. The Bin-Nouveau family is truly wonderful. I especially got to know Philip, who is the eldest child (23 years old) and we shared cultural differences and had many good conversations. Philip and I could relate well, because we are pastor's children and the eldest sons as well. It's a cool connection that I think will make us good friends. It's good to meet a guy who is my age and is very much in love with his Savior, Jesus Christ. Very encouraging. I love talking to Philip, my brother in Christ.
The next day, we went to Nantes by car. In France, currently there are strikes that have closed down gas stations, so many people are unable to drive their cars. Fortunately for us, everyone had enough gas to make the 2h30 journey to Nantes. We arrived right before the service started at 10h. Everyone was a bit tired, but it worked out well. We spent thirty to forty minutes in prayer and singing to the Lord, some praise songs that I knew, others not so much. Our speaker came from Puerto Rico and had a French interpreter. We were listening to both the Spanish and the French. And here I was interpreting everything into English. The first service was rather enjoyable. The pastor converted about 20 youth from among those present in the church. It was so very powerful. After our lunch break, the service became even more filled with the spirit. The singing became much more lively and all the youth seemed to come out of their shells into a true place of worship. It was remarkable. There was a unity in everything. We were all there to give praise to our savior and to listen to his Word spoken. The pastor (who was over 70 years old) was dynamic and moved around a lot. His gestures were filled with grace and his words were encouraging. He spoke about taking our faith into the world and sharing with our neighbor (actions of grace). The moments of prayer were so incredibly spiritual and I could hear about a hundred young people in prayer with a fervor, excitement, and passion that was unbelievable. As is usual in the Pentecostal church, there was some speaking in tongues. It did not, however, affect my impression of the experience, because I genuinely felt the Spirit moving, and it was awesome! Thank you Lord for the gift of the Holy Spirit. The pastor talked about the baptism of the Holy Spirit, and I definitely felt that kind of sensation in my heart.
Upon leaving the church in Nantes, I felt happy and blessed by the words of the speaker and by the company of the other youth there. The Lord is indeed present here in France and at work with the young people, the next generation of the Church. I got to continue talking to Philip. He wanted to improve his English, so we talked in English the whole way back. Philip and I have a lot in common. We enjoy movies, listening to music, etc. It was great to share a bit about my experiences in America. He has likewise shared with me about the French culture. I feel as if we're already like friends, and it seems likely that we will grow in this relationship that the Lord has given us. It's such a blessing to have friends and a church family that has been good to me in these first several weeks. Praise the Lord, our God!
The next day, we went to Nantes by car. In France, currently there are strikes that have closed down gas stations, so many people are unable to drive their cars. Fortunately for us, everyone had enough gas to make the 2h30 journey to Nantes. We arrived right before the service started at 10h. Everyone was a bit tired, but it worked out well. We spent thirty to forty minutes in prayer and singing to the Lord, some praise songs that I knew, others not so much. Our speaker came from Puerto Rico and had a French interpreter. We were listening to both the Spanish and the French. And here I was interpreting everything into English. The first service was rather enjoyable. The pastor converted about 20 youth from among those present in the church. It was so very powerful. After our lunch break, the service became even more filled with the spirit. The singing became much more lively and all the youth seemed to come out of their shells into a true place of worship. It was remarkable. There was a unity in everything. We were all there to give praise to our savior and to listen to his Word spoken. The pastor (who was over 70 years old) was dynamic and moved around a lot. His gestures were filled with grace and his words were encouraging. He spoke about taking our faith into the world and sharing with our neighbor (actions of grace). The moments of prayer were so incredibly spiritual and I could hear about a hundred young people in prayer with a fervor, excitement, and passion that was unbelievable. As is usual in the Pentecostal church, there was some speaking in tongues. It did not, however, affect my impression of the experience, because I genuinely felt the Spirit moving, and it was awesome! Thank you Lord for the gift of the Holy Spirit. The pastor talked about the baptism of the Holy Spirit, and I definitely felt that kind of sensation in my heart.
Upon leaving the church in Nantes, I felt happy and blessed by the words of the speaker and by the company of the other youth there. The Lord is indeed present here in France and at work with the young people, the next generation of the Church. I got to continue talking to Philip. He wanted to improve his English, so we talked in English the whole way back. Philip and I have a lot in common. We enjoy movies, listening to music, etc. It was great to share a bit about my experiences in America. He has likewise shared with me about the French culture. I feel as if we're already like friends, and it seems likely that we will grow in this relationship that the Lord has given us. It's such a blessing to have friends and a church family that has been good to me in these first several weeks. Praise the Lord, our God!
22 October 2010
Vacation begins.
I haven't been here for very long, but I feel the vacation has come at a good time. After having three weeks of classes, it feels good to relax and travel a bit around France. Today, I didn't have any classes due to the Cross-country race at the middle school and the high schoolers decided to cancel their class and make it up when we return from the vacation. I'm free! Now, to thinking about what I'm going to do over the break.
(1) Rassemblement des Jeunes in Nantes this weekend. Should be an amazing time especially meeting young Christians from all over the region.
(2) Graduate school applications. I'm close to completing the statements of purpose as well as finishing up the writing sample work that lingers over me. But fortunately, I'm not stressing about it. I think everything will work out in its own timing and way. God will do the rest of the work, and within time, I will know where He has placed me for the coming year. It's always a comfort to know that God will take care of all circumstances. He provides for all our needs to the point where we don't have any needs any more. This world constantly comes up with new "needs," most of which are unfulfillable. In contrast, the Lord provides for every need we have. And we give in return our lives and our faith. This faith has the ability to move mountains, for God is always with us.
(3) Reading "Jacques le fataliste," philosophical dialogue by Diderot that is perhaps his most famous work apart from his "Encyclopedie."
(4) Mont Malo and Saint-Michel. My family is planning on taking me to these wondrous sights in the northwestern part of France, not too far away from where we are now. It's the birthplace of Chateaubriand and other famous French people. It should be pretty fun.
(5) Long weekend in Paris- I will be going to visit my friend Johan in Paris and will be staying in his apartment for several nights. I have a list of hotspots to visit while there. Montmartre and the Basilique de Sacre Coeur, the Sorbonne, Musee d'Orsay, and Notre Dame de Paris, the main sights. On the last day before returning home, I will visit my former prof from Middlebury, Nicolas.
This will be a productive and enjoyable break with some rest in between. I'm excited about the travel! Fall is in the air! I'm loving it.
(1) Rassemblement des Jeunes in Nantes this weekend. Should be an amazing time especially meeting young Christians from all over the region.
(2) Graduate school applications. I'm close to completing the statements of purpose as well as finishing up the writing sample work that lingers over me. But fortunately, I'm not stressing about it. I think everything will work out in its own timing and way. God will do the rest of the work, and within time, I will know where He has placed me for the coming year. It's always a comfort to know that God will take care of all circumstances. He provides for all our needs to the point where we don't have any needs any more. This world constantly comes up with new "needs," most of which are unfulfillable. In contrast, the Lord provides for every need we have. And we give in return our lives and our faith. This faith has the ability to move mountains, for God is always with us.
(3) Reading "Jacques le fataliste," philosophical dialogue by Diderot that is perhaps his most famous work apart from his "Encyclopedie."
(4) Mont Malo and Saint-Michel. My family is planning on taking me to these wondrous sights in the northwestern part of France, not too far away from where we are now. It's the birthplace of Chateaubriand and other famous French people. It should be pretty fun.
(5) Long weekend in Paris- I will be going to visit my friend Johan in Paris and will be staying in his apartment for several nights. I have a list of hotspots to visit while there. Montmartre and the Basilique de Sacre Coeur, the Sorbonne, Musee d'Orsay, and Notre Dame de Paris, the main sights. On the last day before returning home, I will visit my former prof from Middlebury, Nicolas.
This will be a productive and enjoyable break with some rest in between. I'm excited about the travel! Fall is in the air! I'm loving it.
21 October 2010
Middle-schoolers, ahhhhhh! (Macauley Culkin's scream from "Home alone") )
Three ESL classes with middle-schoolers in one day is beyond tiring. And to add to that, discipline. I've never dealt with middle-schoolers before so this week has been interesting and very exhausting. To make matters more difficult, I'm dealing with sixth graders (sixiemes). They just got to middle school and for the most part, don't know how to behave. They're, of course, going through a transition and set out on a quest to prove themselves both to their teachers and peers. Certainly, some of my middle-schoolers today were kind and some of them even said, "I love you" and "You are beautiful." Awww, I feel touched. Enough with the sentimental. Now on to discipline... there's always a couple students that will be disruptive. They wiggle in their seat, get on the floor, and goof off. One even tried to pull the fire alarm in my class. To say the least, I didn't know what to do. I don't know the rules for disciplining children in France, and all I could do was to tell the student to sit down and be quiet. That did not help very much.
I felt rather inadequate today and not ready to handle behavior issues. The students would not be quiet, and I began to get very frustrated. In addition to all that, technology was not always reliable, and different rooms had different programs, which added an extra level of stress to my agenda. Showing my PowerPoint to each class was not always possible. So I had to get out my laptop and show things to my students.
Fortunately, for me, I will only see these students once every two weeks. One week (like this week), I'll have six hours of courses with middle-schoolers. And the next, I'll have only two courses. Breaking it up would make it a lot easier. Still, I need to have ideas of what to do to maintain discipline. My host mother has already told me to dismiss the disruptive students-- to tell them to go to the office or mark on their behavior card a disruption. Those are pretty good ideas. I'll talk to Pascal, my host father, to see if I can get more ideas.
Thank the Lord, one more class with middle schoolers, and I can celebrate the vacation of All Saints Day!
I felt rather inadequate today and not ready to handle behavior issues. The students would not be quiet, and I began to get very frustrated. In addition to all that, technology was not always reliable, and different rooms had different programs, which added an extra level of stress to my agenda. Showing my PowerPoint to each class was not always possible. So I had to get out my laptop and show things to my students.
Fortunately, for me, I will only see these students once every two weeks. One week (like this week), I'll have six hours of courses with middle-schoolers. And the next, I'll have only two courses. Breaking it up would make it a lot easier. Still, I need to have ideas of what to do to maintain discipline. My host mother has already told me to dismiss the disruptive students-- to tell them to go to the office or mark on their behavior card a disruption. Those are pretty good ideas. I'll talk to Pascal, my host father, to see if I can get more ideas.
Thank the Lord, one more class with middle schoolers, and I can celebrate the vacation of All Saints Day!
20 October 2010
"I pull my shirt on, walk out the door, drag my feet along the floor." (Vampire Weekend, "Campus")
This was one of those mornings where I got out of bed, fixed my hair, and walked out the door with my stuff. I was not in a rush, just didn't feel like taking a shower. What's more, I only wanted to sleep 30 minutes extra. In case you didn't already know, I am a heavy sleeper (gros dormeur as they call us in France). I prize sleep, maybe inadvertently idolize it, even though I shouldn't. Yeah, I enjoy sleeping, taking naps, relaxing in my room with the radiator on warm. Fall: my favorite season. The temperature continues to drop with time, and it feels absolutely wonderful outside. I treasure the fall sun and the autumnal breeze.
When I arrived at school, I prepared the room with the projector and computer. Everything went pretty well. I had maybe three or four students that came. So I talked about film once more. Each person shared his or her favorite film and we watched trailers of each. Then, we talked about each film individually. Realizing that this group of students was not very awake, I showed them some pictures of Halloween decorations and jack-o-lanterns to close up the lesson.
The second class at 10:00am was even quieter than the first. There were 4 girls, all the literature students. When I called upon them to give a description of their favorite films, they articulately described plot, characters, soundtracks with relative ease, and I was rather surprised to hear that they could articulate so fluidly. It was nice to hear from each of the girls; however, I ran out of time to tell them about Halloween.
I haven't done much today other than sleeping and working on graduate school statements of purpose. I got to talk to Nathy a little bit in the kitchen. But other than that, it's been a fairly "chill" day without many obligations or meetings. The Toussaint holidays will start very soon, and I'm realizing more and more that I need to start planning my trip to Paris the weekend after this coming weekend. Fortunately, I have a book that describes different places I can go. It should be a fun time. I will be staying with my friend Johan, whom I know through Andrew Musser. His English is apparently very good. Looking forward to that.
In other news, the Rassemblement des Jeunes in Nantes is this weekend, and it should be awesome! I can't wait to meet other young Christians from around the Pays de la Loire region of France. It will be a great weekend to get away for a little bit and then worship the Lord on Sunday in Laval.
When I arrived at school, I prepared the room with the projector and computer. Everything went pretty well. I had maybe three or four students that came. So I talked about film once more. Each person shared his or her favorite film and we watched trailers of each. Then, we talked about each film individually. Realizing that this group of students was not very awake, I showed them some pictures of Halloween decorations and jack-o-lanterns to close up the lesson.
The second class at 10:00am was even quieter than the first. There were 4 girls, all the literature students. When I called upon them to give a description of their favorite films, they articulately described plot, characters, soundtracks with relative ease, and I was rather surprised to hear that they could articulate so fluidly. It was nice to hear from each of the girls; however, I ran out of time to tell them about Halloween.
I haven't done much today other than sleeping and working on graduate school statements of purpose. I got to talk to Nathy a little bit in the kitchen. But other than that, it's been a fairly "chill" day without many obligations or meetings. The Toussaint holidays will start very soon, and I'm realizing more and more that I need to start planning my trip to Paris the weekend after this coming weekend. Fortunately, I have a book that describes different places I can go. It should be a fun time. I will be staying with my friend Johan, whom I know through Andrew Musser. His English is apparently very good. Looking forward to that.
In other news, the Rassemblement des Jeunes in Nantes is this weekend, and it should be awesome! I can't wait to meet other young Christians from around the Pays de la Loire region of France. It will be a great weekend to get away for a little bit and then worship the Lord on Sunday in Laval.
19 October 2010
Another rainy day and strikes abound!
Middle school time! Oh what lovely days those were, puberty, adolescence, rebellion. Good times... The students were fairly well-behaved with the exception of some. But they couldn't stop talking in French. Every time they asked me a question in French, I would answer back in English. I did keep the middle-schoolers entertained, but they wouldn't stop talking in French. That sort of drove me crazy as I was translating their comments and questions and then responding in English. In any case, I kept them entertained. I showed them pictures of houses decorated for Halloween, pumpkins and Jack-O-Lanterns (which they thoroughly enjoyed), and even a Disney cartoon to illustrate the Halloween experience.
A quiet afternoon at home. I returned to my work at the lycee and gave a course at 17h in spite of the strike. Five out of twelve showed up for class, which wasn't too bad. Still, I haven't seen all twelve of the students in my conversation class. That's somewhat annoying. Another day, another strike, and somewhat uneventful. Perhaps that's what a routine is supposed to look like.
A quiet afternoon at home. I returned to my work at the lycee and gave a course at 17h in spite of the strike. Five out of twelve showed up for class, which wasn't too bad. Still, I haven't seen all twelve of the students in my conversation class. That's somewhat annoying. Another day, another strike, and somewhat uneventful. Perhaps that's what a routine is supposed to look like.
18 October 2010
I'm getting them to talk! How marvelous!
Grey weather put the damper on a Monday morning. Things got better, though. I started my Monday talking about Columbus for the final time. It was unfortunate that I was not able to show my movies or pictures, which made the presentation more boring than usual. In addition, the group was very rowdy-- about 14 students. It was a little rough. This was the first time I had seen this group and I wasn't sure what to say exactly. By the end, I just gave up and let them go to lunch early (about five minutes before the bell). I felt a little defeated. For one thing, I'm going to have to be more firm with them and tell them to be quiet when I'm talking. And for another, I need to make sure that all the technology actually works before I begin talking. Such things will help me to maintain quorum with these students.
After coming home for lunch, I went to Orange Telecom to get my SIM card to put into Emilie's (Bastien's girl friend's) old cell phone that I will use to make calls. I then bought a calling card that will permit me an hour of talking before the middle of December. Now, I can make calls and I feel much safer with a cell phone.
When I arrived back at school, it was raining and I had to slush through the rain. I got my lesson plan together and I finally got my list of students in each of my classes! Marc Esnault put the lists in my mail box, and now I know who's supposed to be in my classes.
I brought my materials to my assigned room and started class with the terminales. They were a little rowdy at the end of the day. But they listened to me. I showed them first a slide show of pictures my brother took when he went to Hollywood. This was my introduction to the cinema lesson. Josh had taken pictures of Beverly Hills, the Chinese Theatre, Kodak Theatre, the Hollywood sign, and Universal Studios. So, I explained to them what these sites meant and then proceeded to talk about films. I handed out a sheet that explained how to describe different films, and then I asked the students to get into pairs to talk about their favorite films. When they were finished, we discussed the films. I explained my choice: The Prestige and showed the trailer of the movie to them. They were enthralled and asked me some questions about the movie. I went around the room asking each pair to talk about their choice. For the movies that were American, I showed the trailers. Everyone seemed to enjoy watching the trailers. At the end, I asked them if they wanted to talk about movies again. They replied, "Yes!" So, it looks like cinema may be a central topic that we will examine. We can talk about scenes, the plot, and character analysis and development. There's so much I think that they can learn about American cinema, and I'm glad to provide the means of showing them movie clips and scenes. This makes me excited!
I'm looking forward to talking to the middle schoolers about Halloween in America tomorrow. Hopefully, they will listen carefully. Until tomorrow.
After coming home for lunch, I went to Orange Telecom to get my SIM card to put into Emilie's (Bastien's girl friend's) old cell phone that I will use to make calls. I then bought a calling card that will permit me an hour of talking before the middle of December. Now, I can make calls and I feel much safer with a cell phone.
When I arrived back at school, it was raining and I had to slush through the rain. I got my lesson plan together and I finally got my list of students in each of my classes! Marc Esnault put the lists in my mail box, and now I know who's supposed to be in my classes.
I brought my materials to my assigned room and started class with the terminales. They were a little rowdy at the end of the day. But they listened to me. I showed them first a slide show of pictures my brother took when he went to Hollywood. This was my introduction to the cinema lesson. Josh had taken pictures of Beverly Hills, the Chinese Theatre, Kodak Theatre, the Hollywood sign, and Universal Studios. So, I explained to them what these sites meant and then proceeded to talk about films. I handed out a sheet that explained how to describe different films, and then I asked the students to get into pairs to talk about their favorite films. When they were finished, we discussed the films. I explained my choice: The Prestige and showed the trailer of the movie to them. They were enthralled and asked me some questions about the movie. I went around the room asking each pair to talk about their choice. For the movies that were American, I showed the trailers. Everyone seemed to enjoy watching the trailers. At the end, I asked them if they wanted to talk about movies again. They replied, "Yes!" So, it looks like cinema may be a central topic that we will examine. We can talk about scenes, the plot, and character analysis and development. There's so much I think that they can learn about American cinema, and I'm glad to provide the means of showing them movie clips and scenes. This makes me excited!
I'm looking forward to talking to the middle schoolers about Halloween in America tomorrow. Hopefully, they will listen carefully. Until tomorrow.
17 October 2010
A tiring end to the weekend
What a busy weekend! I was still tired from Friday night as well as Saturday. This weekend has been very busy, which is something I rather like. For me, free time does not exist. There is always an obligation (un devoir) that I must work on. Reading, spending time in the Word, praying, practicing violin, preparing lesson plans, etc. This year, as I'm applying to graduate schools, applications are also a priority. Don't get me wrong though. Busyness energizes me. It can be tiring, but there is always some kind of reward that you can glean from your work-- the fruits of your labor. That is what I seek in my work.
Juliette Kabadana arrived very late to pick me up for church as is usually the case. So we showed up late... again. I suppose I will have to get used to this, considering it will be predictable that she will be late. That's another thing: I am incredibly monochromatic in the sense that the time is very important. It's an organizing center on which I can rely from day to day. People of African-descent or origin do not follow this strict adherence to time. They come from a poly-chronic culture that stretches time to whatever circumstance. It is somewhat frustrating, but then again, I just have to go with the flow. (It was rather amazing that I made it through three hours of prayer on Friday, seeing as there were no time constraints. They ended at 5:00am.) In any case, church went well. Kambo (George), who was from Angola (and the leader of the Night of Prayer), preached the Word. His accent is very amusing, but I was able to follow better this time.
After church, I went to Juliette's house with her husband Pascal. I spent the entire afternoon there. Needless to say, I was famished by the time 14:00 came around. Juliette prepared the meal. We had appetizers. I had several glasses of cider and one glass of rose wine. Then, by the time we actually ate lunch at 16:00, I was so hungry that I had a bad headache. It was awful. I ate as much as I could, but the headache ruined the experience. I'm guessing it was a combination of fatigue and hunger. The food was very good; don't get me wrong. But fatigue and hunger, as well as a decalage in the eating schedule made things a lot harder. I thanked Juliette for her meal and for showing me her house. She's a wonderful lady, and I'm so thankful that God has brought her into my life and has provided me with the means to attend a Protestant church on Sunday (even if it is much more Pentecostal than I'm used to).
The week before vacation begins tomorrow. I have the topic of each lesson selected for the entire week. (It follows a pattern; it's not as if I'm making up 12-14 different lessons.) It should be good. I'm amazed at how the Lord is sustaining me as I teach. I've never felt anxious or nervous before addressing my classes. That reality is somewhat strange. But I'm grateful for it. A la prochaine (Until next time.) I wish all my readers a good week. May the Lord bless you and keep you.
Juliette Kabadana arrived very late to pick me up for church as is usually the case. So we showed up late... again. I suppose I will have to get used to this, considering it will be predictable that she will be late. That's another thing: I am incredibly monochromatic in the sense that the time is very important. It's an organizing center on which I can rely from day to day. People of African-descent or origin do not follow this strict adherence to time. They come from a poly-chronic culture that stretches time to whatever circumstance. It is somewhat frustrating, but then again, I just have to go with the flow. (It was rather amazing that I made it through three hours of prayer on Friday, seeing as there were no time constraints. They ended at 5:00am.) In any case, church went well. Kambo (George), who was from Angola (and the leader of the Night of Prayer), preached the Word. His accent is very amusing, but I was able to follow better this time.
After church, I went to Juliette's house with her husband Pascal. I spent the entire afternoon there. Needless to say, I was famished by the time 14:00 came around. Juliette prepared the meal. We had appetizers. I had several glasses of cider and one glass of rose wine. Then, by the time we actually ate lunch at 16:00, I was so hungry that I had a bad headache. It was awful. I ate as much as I could, but the headache ruined the experience. I'm guessing it was a combination of fatigue and hunger. The food was very good; don't get me wrong. But fatigue and hunger, as well as a decalage in the eating schedule made things a lot harder. I thanked Juliette for her meal and for showing me her house. She's a wonderful lady, and I'm so thankful that God has brought her into my life and has provided me with the means to attend a Protestant church on Sunday (even if it is much more Pentecostal than I'm used to).
The week before vacation begins tomorrow. I have the topic of each lesson selected for the entire week. (It follows a pattern; it's not as if I'm making up 12-14 different lessons.) It should be good. I'm amazed at how the Lord is sustaining me as I teach. I've never felt anxious or nervous before addressing my classes. That reality is somewhat strange. But I'm grateful for it. A la prochaine (Until next time.) I wish all my readers a good week. May the Lord bless you and keep you.
16 October 2010
Official Integration into the Orchestre Symphonique de la Haute-Mayenne
It was a gorgeous day, probably in the forties and fifties with sunshine all through the town of Mayenne. I woke up from my slumbers at noon after getting in at about 4:00 from the Night of Prayer (see below for more information). I was overwhelmingly excited about performing with the orchestra this afternoon. I mean, I just got here, for crying out loud, and I'm already playing in a concert! (Less than three weeks!) Rapid learning plus developed sight reading skills= the perfect combination for an orchestra musician. I can thank all those years of youth symphony, All-state orchestra, and school orchestra. And to make it even more interesting, M. Bergeon put me second chair! So I was in the front in plain view so that everyone could see my "pretty little face" and my violin.
After our warm-up rehearsal at 15h, I got to talk to the English ladies that play violin. It's good to get to speak in English even for a couple minutes (especially seeing as I am the only American in Mayenne, and the nearest native English speaker is in Laval). One of the English ladies told me about a choir that meets in Evron (20km from Mayenne), and I told her I was interested. They meet on Monday nights. That's fine with my schedule. And they sing mostly baroque music. Score! I will have transportation from a guy in the orchestra who passes by Mayenne on his way. So, it appears that everything will fall in place for me to sing with them. Wow, I'm becoming much more busy but no less excited about being in Mayenne and getting to know so many different people in this area.
As for the concert, everything went very smoothly. The orchestra members clearly know their parts well and have been working on their music for a long time. I, on the other hand, just got the music two weeks ago! We started out with the first movement of "Pictures of an Exhibition." Then we did Farandole from Bizet's Arlesienne Suite, Carillon Suite from Arlesienne Suite, Brahms' Hungarian Dance No. 5 (which I sightread the whole way through), "The Sorceror's Apprentice"from Fantasia, and the Pirates of the Caribbean suite. All things considered (including my rapid integration into the orchestra), the concert was great! I had an amazing amount of energy and smiled throughout the Farandole and Pirates of the Caribbean. Music is a source of true joy both for the musician and the listener. It's great to share in this experience time and time again.
"Thank you for the music." -Abba
After our warm-up rehearsal at 15h, I got to talk to the English ladies that play violin. It's good to get to speak in English even for a couple minutes (especially seeing as I am the only American in Mayenne, and the nearest native English speaker is in Laval). One of the English ladies told me about a choir that meets in Evron (20km from Mayenne), and I told her I was interested. They meet on Monday nights. That's fine with my schedule. And they sing mostly baroque music. Score! I will have transportation from a guy in the orchestra who passes by Mayenne on his way. So, it appears that everything will fall in place for me to sing with them. Wow, I'm becoming much more busy but no less excited about being in Mayenne and getting to know so many different people in this area.
As for the concert, everything went very smoothly. The orchestra members clearly know their parts well and have been working on their music for a long time. I, on the other hand, just got the music two weeks ago! We started out with the first movement of "Pictures of an Exhibition." Then we did Farandole from Bizet's Arlesienne Suite, Carillon Suite from Arlesienne Suite, Brahms' Hungarian Dance No. 5 (which I sightread the whole way through), "The Sorceror's Apprentice"from Fantasia, and the Pirates of the Caribbean suite. All things considered (including my rapid integration into the orchestra), the concert was great! I had an amazing amount of energy and smiled throughout the Farandole and Pirates of the Caribbean. Music is a source of true joy both for the musician and the listener. It's great to share in this experience time and time again.
"Thank you for the music." -Abba
The Paradox of the Night of Prayer
I didn't know exactly what I was getting myself into at first. Juliette had told me that there was going to be a "Night of Prayer," but I knew nothing of the details. She came to pick me up from the house at about 22:45. I had my bible and a prayer list that I brought to the church. When I got there, I realized I was the only white person in the room. Everyone else was of African descent. We took our tea, cocoa, or instant coffee. Soon thereafter, we began the night in prayer. The leader began with an opening prayer and from there on, it got interesting. Prayer for African-born churchgoers is an experience in itself. There's not only bowing heads and praising God orally; there is also shouting, clapping, singing, dancing. It's amazing. I felt like perhaps I could have been in an African church, far away from France.
Throughout the whole experience, I tried so hard to get into it. There were definitely moments where I felt the Spirit interceding for me when I didn't know what to say. I had to listen to my surroundings, that were all in French with an African accent, and interpret what was said and then pray aloud in English. Praying in French is disorienting, so I kept my prayers in English the whole time. There was much chanting and singing. It was a warming experience listening to the beautiful voices of these spirit-led people of Laval, France. I felt both inside the circle and yet, there were moments where I felt very much outside of it. Many of the songs I did not know; yet, some of them were translations into French that I could pick up on.
After two hours of prayer, we stopped and listened to the silence that suddenly descended upon the room. We then proceeded to have a bible study with a discussion to follow. The lay leader had a true African accent that was sometimes hard to follow. However, his whole talk centered around faith with works, how we can use our prayer lives which lead us to action. Our works-- oeuvres. His message was inspiring, even at 2:30am in the morning. After about three hours of prayer (at 3:15am), I was ready to leave. The Night of Prayer was both inspiring and encouraging and yet, it was sometimes rather difficult to be able to connect with various chains in the communal prayers. The language, which was accented, did not help too much. Nevertheless, I could feel the Spirit's renewing power and intercession that was a blessing.
In any case, I felt blessed to be part of such an immensely spiritual experience. Such a heart-warming experience in Laval, France. Praise the Lord!
Throughout the whole experience, I tried so hard to get into it. There were definitely moments where I felt the Spirit interceding for me when I didn't know what to say. I had to listen to my surroundings, that were all in French with an African accent, and interpret what was said and then pray aloud in English. Praying in French is disorienting, so I kept my prayers in English the whole time. There was much chanting and singing. It was a warming experience listening to the beautiful voices of these spirit-led people of Laval, France. I felt both inside the circle and yet, there were moments where I felt very much outside of it. Many of the songs I did not know; yet, some of them were translations into French that I could pick up on.
After two hours of prayer, we stopped and listened to the silence that suddenly descended upon the room. We then proceeded to have a bible study with a discussion to follow. The lay leader had a true African accent that was sometimes hard to follow. However, his whole talk centered around faith with works, how we can use our prayer lives which lead us to action. Our works-- oeuvres. His message was inspiring, even at 2:30am in the morning. After about three hours of prayer (at 3:15am), I was ready to leave. The Night of Prayer was both inspiring and encouraging and yet, it was sometimes rather difficult to be able to connect with various chains in the communal prayers. The language, which was accented, did not help too much. Nevertheless, I could feel the Spirit's renewing power and intercession that was a blessing.
In any case, I felt blessed to be part of such an immensely spiritual experience. Such a heart-warming experience in Laval, France. Praise the Lord!
15 October 2010
Le Malentendu
This morning, I had early morning classes again. But with coffee, I was "golden," as one of my friends at Covenant used to say. European coffee sure does give you a boost to get through the day. Vive le cafe! When I got to the school, one of the teachers informed me that yesterday, the students had gone to the wrong classroom TV1. They had not noted the change in room and building. That was the reason why my classroom was empty yesterday. Un malentendu (misunderstanding) with miscommunication. I feel much better about that, knowing that everyone was indeed present. We will work it out next week. At least I will get to see the students right before the vacation.
As for classes, I thought they went pretty well. I talked about Columbus Day once more, using images, video, and a song. It ran pretty smoothly; however, I could tell that the students were tired from the week and from the early morning. It's tough being a student that early in the morning. I have many times suffered through this as I am not a morning person. Nevertheless, it went smooth, and I am done for the weekend.
For lunch, I have a steak, camembert cheese and bread, and yogurt. Not too shabby. I'm going swimming at the pool after lunch, and I'll get to try out my new European shorty (non-Speedo) swimming suit-- to see how comfortable it might be in the water. Really, all you need to do is just swim and self-consciousness seems to disappear. Just do it-- the Nike way. Swimming was great for me at Middlebury. I'm sure it will be a good experience here in Mayenne.
More graduate school stuff to work on and "Le neveu de Rameau." I'm enjoying seeing two opposing viewpoints on morality, a topic often treated by Diderot, the famous encyclopediste. I will likely practice violin some more and then finally, this evening, I plan on attending the Night of Prayer in Laval from 23:00 to the wee hours of the morning. Fortunately, I will be able to sleep in tomorrow (there is no orchestra in the morning). A special concert to play for tomorrow. The weekend promises to be enjoyable and productive.
As for classes, I thought they went pretty well. I talked about Columbus Day once more, using images, video, and a song. It ran pretty smoothly; however, I could tell that the students were tired from the week and from the early morning. It's tough being a student that early in the morning. I have many times suffered through this as I am not a morning person. Nevertheless, it went smooth, and I am done for the weekend.
For lunch, I have a steak, camembert cheese and bread, and yogurt. Not too shabby. I'm going swimming at the pool after lunch, and I'll get to try out my new European shorty (non-Speedo) swimming suit-- to see how comfortable it might be in the water. Really, all you need to do is just swim and self-consciousness seems to disappear. Just do it-- the Nike way. Swimming was great for me at Middlebury. I'm sure it will be a good experience here in Mayenne.
More graduate school stuff to work on and "Le neveu de Rameau." I'm enjoying seeing two opposing viewpoints on morality, a topic often treated by Diderot, the famous encyclopediste. I will likely practice violin some more and then finally, this evening, I plan on attending the Night of Prayer in Laval from 23:00 to the wee hours of the morning. Fortunately, I will be able to sleep in tomorrow (there is no orchestra in the morning). A special concert to play for tomorrow. The weekend promises to be enjoyable and productive.
14 October 2010
Disrespect from the invisible class
My class of terminales deliberately missed my English language class today after having been forewarned by an email message from the administration that attendance would be obligatory. What seems to make matters worse is the fact that these students are not getting a grade in any of my classes, making the temptation to skip a much more favorable option. This perhaps explains why they decided to skip so late in the afternoon. My class started at 16h, an unseemly hour to teach, in my opinion (17h is even worse.). It is frustrating to be disrespected by a class I don't even know. But, one thing, I must realize: it was totally and completely out of my control. There was nothing I could do. Disciplinary action will have to come from the administration. And that I have asked for. They have promised me that it will be taken care of rather quickly and that we will most likely make up the course (making it possibly two hours next week.) Am I upset? Maybe a little. Perhaps more disrespected than anything else.
My role as assistant is not particularly respected. I get paid a lowly salary, only work 12 hours a week, and I'm not qualified to teach full-time. The students realize this, since I come in after they have already been in school for a whole month. They know I'm not a full prof. So they take advantage of assistants, whether the assistants realize it or not. When I'm with the class, I have to be in full control. Outside of class, though, I have no control over what happens. That is why I must be patient and take everything as it comes. It's hard to keep trusting sometimes when I feel that I cannot control external circumstances. But it's at those moments, I have to realize who's in control: the God of the Universe. God will always be in control, even when the going gets tough. He has predestined all things to pass and knows what will happen and when. He will strengthen and empower me, even when I feel weak. And everything will work out in the unfolding of his plan.
Tonight I get to go to bible study again in Mayenne. I'm looking forward to it. Worship and fellowship always seems to heal wounds that we acquire over time. I will give the Lord all the glory, my all in all.
My role as assistant is not particularly respected. I get paid a lowly salary, only work 12 hours a week, and I'm not qualified to teach full-time. The students realize this, since I come in after they have already been in school for a whole month. They know I'm not a full prof. So they take advantage of assistants, whether the assistants realize it or not. When I'm with the class, I have to be in full control. Outside of class, though, I have no control over what happens. That is why I must be patient and take everything as it comes. It's hard to keep trusting sometimes when I feel that I cannot control external circumstances. But it's at those moments, I have to realize who's in control: the God of the Universe. God will always be in control, even when the going gets tough. He has predestined all things to pass and knows what will happen and when. He will strengthen and empower me, even when I feel weak. And everything will work out in the unfolding of his plan.
Tonight I get to go to bible study again in Mayenne. I'm looking forward to it. Worship and fellowship always seems to heal wounds that we acquire over time. I will give the Lord all the glory, my all in all.
13 October 2010
And there was warmth!
Mayenne does not normally see temperatures of above 75 degrees, but today it got very warm. A sweater was too much to wear on such a warm, sunny day. (I'm still a fan of sweater weather.)
My day started early. I had an 8:00am class. No. I don't like to think about 8:00am classes and how they have marred my ability to concentrate or focus. Anyway, I went to the school around 7:25am in the dark. I arrived at my school, met the kind gentleman at the acceuil to get my key for room C1 and went to the Salle des Professeurs, where I prepared my lesson. I arrived early at my classroom and set up the PowerPoint. This morning, I had a class of 1eres (juniors). They were very quiet and shy and had to have me push them into saying anything. It was somewhat frustrating. They were kind, considerate, and paid attention, but they wouldn't respond when I asked them questions. Dead silence... I showed videos for Columbus Day, pictures, etc. In any case, it was a long period, and it finally ended at 8:55am.
I returned to the Salle des Professeurs and got my morning coffee, black as the night. Within minutes, I felt ready to work with the next class with some more energy. The next morning class was also with the 1eres but with literature students. Yes! Now, I can impart my knowledge of English literature and get them to talk! They're bookworms! There were only four out of five present today. All girls. Again kind. Only one would talk for the rest of them. Again, my challenge becomes: how to I get the rest of them to talk? It'll come, bit by bit in time.
No classes in the afternoon, so I went back home, had lunch (boudin-- black pudding; bread; and yogurt). I had to take a short nap to recover from this morning. Later, Nathy and I took Amboline to her dance lesson and then we went to Intersport so that I could buy a maillot de bain (swim suit) and lunettes de plongee (goggles). There's a swimming pool close to home, where I can swim laps regularly. We did find some swimming trunks but they were made of lycra (which stretches) and were very short, European style. I say no more. (Guy readers know what I'm talking about.) After that, I got some things sorted out at the bank and came home.
This evening, I plan to read the rest of Diderot's philosophical discussion, "Le Neveu de Rameau," work on my writing sample a bit more, read passages in my French bible and do a comparison search in my ESV, and watch a French series on France 3. Some work but always some fun intermingled.
My day started early. I had an 8:00am class. No. I don't like to think about 8:00am classes and how they have marred my ability to concentrate or focus. Anyway, I went to the school around 7:25am in the dark. I arrived at my school, met the kind gentleman at the acceuil to get my key for room C1 and went to the Salle des Professeurs, where I prepared my lesson. I arrived early at my classroom and set up the PowerPoint. This morning, I had a class of 1eres (juniors). They were very quiet and shy and had to have me push them into saying anything. It was somewhat frustrating. They were kind, considerate, and paid attention, but they wouldn't respond when I asked them questions. Dead silence... I showed videos for Columbus Day, pictures, etc. In any case, it was a long period, and it finally ended at 8:55am.
I returned to the Salle des Professeurs and got my morning coffee, black as the night. Within minutes, I felt ready to work with the next class with some more energy. The next morning class was also with the 1eres but with literature students. Yes! Now, I can impart my knowledge of English literature and get them to talk! They're bookworms! There were only four out of five present today. All girls. Again kind. Only one would talk for the rest of them. Again, my challenge becomes: how to I get the rest of them to talk? It'll come, bit by bit in time.
No classes in the afternoon, so I went back home, had lunch (boudin-- black pudding; bread; and yogurt). I had to take a short nap to recover from this morning. Later, Nathy and I took Amboline to her dance lesson and then we went to Intersport so that I could buy a maillot de bain (swim suit) and lunettes de plongee (goggles). There's a swimming pool close to home, where I can swim laps regularly. We did find some swimming trunks but they were made of lycra (which stretches) and were very short, European style. I say no more. (Guy readers know what I'm talking about.) After that, I got some things sorted out at the bank and came home.
This evening, I plan to read the rest of Diderot's philosophical discussion, "Le Neveu de Rameau," work on my writing sample a bit more, read passages in my French bible and do a comparison search in my ESV, and watch a French series on France 3. Some work but always some fun intermingled.
12 October 2010
Another strike, another day!
The planned strike today was not altogether hurtful to the progress of the classes. I had a full day to read and relax. Then, I left for the school around 4pm to see Madame Bouttier at the middle school. We talked about potential topics for the next several weeks. I'm most likely going to focus on holidays-- Halloween and Thanksgiving, for example, while also using games. After discussing plans, I left for the high school with my laptop and worksheets.
The evening class went better than expected. I saw the same group today as last week, the secondes. Eight out of ten showed up! Such a pleasant surprise! I finally got to show them my PowerPoint with information and photos about me so that the students could understand where I come from, etc. Then, I started my lesson on films. I gave out a handout explaining how to describe a film with information about characters, plot, screenplay, etc. Then, I showed video clips from famous American movies-- Roxanne, Titanic, The Prestige, Twilight, and Sherlock Holmes. After each movie, we had a mini-discussion. Using the worksheet, each student described certain aspects of the film, parts they liked, etc. The secondes talked more than I thought they would. Yet, I still had to push them a little bit. It is hard, though, because the end of the day is perhaps the worse time to be a classroom after a long day. Everyone is tired and their attention span is less. Next week, a game is in order. Each person will talk about his or her favorite film, describing it using the list of adjectives. We will also talk about favorite actresses. Perhaps a charades game would work... hmmmm.
Upon returning home, I practiced violin. Manon and Amboline, the two younger children, came up to hear me practice. They were enthralled with my playing. They said: A la vache! (literally; oh the cow! or wowzers!) Both are looking forward to my orchestra concert this Saturday. After practice, we had dinner. Tonight, the galettes with sausage. Yum! So good. I had to have another. While I was eating dinner, a neighbor lady came in to pick up some boudin (black pudding) and sausage. She told me that she knows a young man (19 years old) who plays in the same orchestra and said that perhaps we could get to know one another one day. She thought that my project in France sounds courageux (or courageous). I told her that I felt very much at ease here and that I am meeting so many people and that it is great.
Things are gradually falling into place. Today marks my fifteenth day in Mayenne, and time is passing rather quickly. The Toussaint holidays begin a week from this Friday. During that time, I will go to Nantes for the Christian youth gathering, Paris to see some friends, and Saint Malo and Saint Michel to see the famous city on an island. Perhaps I will also pay a visit to one of the many chateaux in the Loire Valley.
Let the adventure begin.
The evening class went better than expected. I saw the same group today as last week, the secondes. Eight out of ten showed up! Such a pleasant surprise! I finally got to show them my PowerPoint with information and photos about me so that the students could understand where I come from, etc. Then, I started my lesson on films. I gave out a handout explaining how to describe a film with information about characters, plot, screenplay, etc. Then, I showed video clips from famous American movies-- Roxanne, Titanic, The Prestige, Twilight, and Sherlock Holmes. After each movie, we had a mini-discussion. Using the worksheet, each student described certain aspects of the film, parts they liked, etc. The secondes talked more than I thought they would. Yet, I still had to push them a little bit. It is hard, though, because the end of the day is perhaps the worse time to be a classroom after a long day. Everyone is tired and their attention span is less. Next week, a game is in order. Each person will talk about his or her favorite film, describing it using the list of adjectives. We will also talk about favorite actresses. Perhaps a charades game would work... hmmmm.
Upon returning home, I practiced violin. Manon and Amboline, the two younger children, came up to hear me practice. They were enthralled with my playing. They said: A la vache! (literally; oh the cow! or wowzers!) Both are looking forward to my orchestra concert this Saturday. After practice, we had dinner. Tonight, the galettes with sausage. Yum! So good. I had to have another. While I was eating dinner, a neighbor lady came in to pick up some boudin (black pudding) and sausage. She told me that she knows a young man (19 years old) who plays in the same orchestra and said that perhaps we could get to know one another one day. She thought that my project in France sounds courageux (or courageous). I told her that I felt very much at ease here and that I am meeting so many people and that it is great.
Things are gradually falling into place. Today marks my fifteenth day in Mayenne, and time is passing rather quickly. The Toussaint holidays begin a week from this Friday. During that time, I will go to Nantes for the Christian youth gathering, Paris to see some friends, and Saint Malo and Saint Michel to see the famous city on an island. Perhaps I will also pay a visit to one of the many chateaux in the Loire Valley.
Let the adventure begin.
11 October 2010
Half and half day
First day of the week, Monday. We all dread Monday, especially after the rest and relaxation of the weekend. Fortunately for me, I was able to sleep in a little (past 8:45am) and got my lesson plan ready for 11am. Got to school and went to my room, only to realize that no one was there! My first class of the day (11am) had to be canceled. A little livid, I went to Marc Esnault, English teacher, and talked to him about it. Apparently, the students had thought that the class would be scheduled for the next week. Oh well! So I got to see 1/2 of my classes today.
Returning home for lunch, I grabbed the leftovers which were designated for me: Beef burgundy with pasta, fresh bread, yogurt, and a vanilla custard. I went back up to my room and laid down for a few minutes and then prepared my lesson a bit better than before. I also practiced my music for orchestra.
So at the very end of the day, 5pm, I taught for my class of terminale students (or seniors). Just my luck. Only 4 out of the 10 showed up (less than 1/2). We had a pretty good conversation. I showed my intro PowerPoint and talked about Columbus Day with a video from the History Channel and a creative poem that talks about the Nina, Pinta, and the Santa Maria. As for the students, they were obviously kind of ansy; it was after all, the end of the school day. Who wouldn't be tired? That might be a rough hour for English class; nevertheless, it will be important to engage the students to prevent them from falling asleep or talking throughout the lesson. I made it just in time for the bell but had to continue talking up to that point. Perhaps more activities need to be planned for each lesson to prevent such a predicament. I'll learn. It was my first real lesson.
At the end of the day, I went to Marc Esnault, who took me to the Registrar's office (CPE). We talked it over and thought that perhaps our time should be changed to better suit the students. We'll see what works and what doesn't. Trial and Error. That's the name of the game.
Tomorrow is the greve or the general strike that will be happening all over France. I will not expect to see many students at school, if any. Just have to go with the flow and take advantage of it (profiter)!
Indeed, a half and half day, just like the milk (half-creamed) that I drink with my cereal every morning.
Returning home for lunch, I grabbed the leftovers which were designated for me: Beef burgundy with pasta, fresh bread, yogurt, and a vanilla custard. I went back up to my room and laid down for a few minutes and then prepared my lesson a bit better than before. I also practiced my music for orchestra.
So at the very end of the day, 5pm, I taught for my class of terminale students (or seniors). Just my luck. Only 4 out of the 10 showed up (less than 1/2). We had a pretty good conversation. I showed my intro PowerPoint and talked about Columbus Day with a video from the History Channel and a creative poem that talks about the Nina, Pinta, and the Santa Maria. As for the students, they were obviously kind of ansy; it was after all, the end of the school day. Who wouldn't be tired? That might be a rough hour for English class; nevertheless, it will be important to engage the students to prevent them from falling asleep or talking throughout the lesson. I made it just in time for the bell but had to continue talking up to that point. Perhaps more activities need to be planned for each lesson to prevent such a predicament. I'll learn. It was my first real lesson.
At the end of the day, I went to Marc Esnault, who took me to the Registrar's office (CPE). We talked it over and thought that perhaps our time should be changed to better suit the students. We'll see what works and what doesn't. Trial and Error. That's the name of the game.
Tomorrow is the greve or the general strike that will be happening all over France. I will not expect to see many students at school, if any. Just have to go with the flow and take advantage of it (profiter)!
Indeed, a half and half day, just like the milk (half-creamed) that I drink with my cereal every morning.
10 October 2010
The Lord's Day in Laval
Ok, for some of us the idea of kissing seems to be only reserved for two intimate people-- girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands, and wives. It is a unique way of showing intimacy and is for only those circumstances. Well, in France, kissing on both cheeks is a sign of friendship and closeness. It is more equivalent to our way of hugging other people. It's done all the time here. People don't normally hug each other; if they do, it's only in the familial situations that we typically view appropriate for kissing. That idea is somewhat disappointing. After attending Covenant College and "hugging it out" on 1st Belz with other guys and with girls at Covenant, I'm missing the hug. Kissing on both cheeks, however, is becoming a little more automatic, although I don't like it that much. Still, going with the flow and integrating into a cultural "truc" is the way to do it. Pretend you're not uncomfortable and act as if it is completely normal. You learn, you grow. It's all good.
Today, I went to the evangelical Protestant church once more. The songs were great. We probably spent a good 30-35 minutes singing and intervening through prayers. Maybe you can call it intercessory prayer. But it's very Pentecostal and yet, somehow, there's something beautiful about it. It seems the way prayer should be, in community. People pray aloud if they feel the Spirit leading them to, and then the pastor or lay leader closes in prayer. All of this is done in French, of course. It seems to go by pretty fast, because (1) it's in French and (2) it employs language that is strictly spiritual. I'm not saying everyone speaks in tongues. Rather, there is something spiritual about the whole experience that I have never encountered before. It's very encouraging. The pastor's message today came from 1 Peter, and he focused on the immutability of our God (inebranable). Very good message. In spite of the language, I felt I followed his message thoroughly. After the service, I met the pastor's son, Philippe, who is 23 years old and went to school for film studies. He is currently doing screen-writing in hopes of getting a screenplay on screen. Philippe is really cool. He is very interested in American cinema and the United States and would love to go someday. I was so happy to meet him-- someone my own age, a Christian man. I'm very much looking forward to talking to him some more when we go to Nantes for the youth gathering in two weeks! What's more, he speaks English and wants to improve his language ability.
Juliette, my sister in Christ and the person who drives me to church, told me that I will probably be able to do music with the band on Sunday morning. I will just have to go on Saturday to the rehearsal, which I will be able to do next month. She also gave me a link to an address with the latest information for Christians in France. www.topchretien.jesus.net. That will be particularly helpful in learning the songs for worship.
Getting ready for lunch. I'm planning a trip around Mayenne, taking images for people to see my town. Afterwards, I will just prepare for tomorrow my lesson and worksheets for the students.
It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away. It's a beautiful day.
Today, I went to the evangelical Protestant church once more. The songs were great. We probably spent a good 30-35 minutes singing and intervening through prayers. Maybe you can call it intercessory prayer. But it's very Pentecostal and yet, somehow, there's something beautiful about it. It seems the way prayer should be, in community. People pray aloud if they feel the Spirit leading them to, and then the pastor or lay leader closes in prayer. All of this is done in French, of course. It seems to go by pretty fast, because (1) it's in French and (2) it employs language that is strictly spiritual. I'm not saying everyone speaks in tongues. Rather, there is something spiritual about the whole experience that I have never encountered before. It's very encouraging. The pastor's message today came from 1 Peter, and he focused on the immutability of our God (inebranable). Very good message. In spite of the language, I felt I followed his message thoroughly. After the service, I met the pastor's son, Philippe, who is 23 years old and went to school for film studies. He is currently doing screen-writing in hopes of getting a screenplay on screen. Philippe is really cool. He is very interested in American cinema and the United States and would love to go someday. I was so happy to meet him-- someone my own age, a Christian man. I'm very much looking forward to talking to him some more when we go to Nantes for the youth gathering in two weeks! What's more, he speaks English and wants to improve his language ability.
Juliette, my sister in Christ and the person who drives me to church, told me that I will probably be able to do music with the band on Sunday morning. I will just have to go on Saturday to the rehearsal, which I will be able to do next month. She also gave me a link to an address with the latest information for Christians in France. www.topchretien.jesus.net. That will be particularly helpful in learning the songs for worship.
Getting ready for lunch. I'm planning a trip around Mayenne, taking images for people to see my town. Afterwards, I will just prepare for tomorrow my lesson and worksheets for the students.
It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away. It's a beautiful day.
09 October 2010
Orchestre in Mayenne rocks!
After only some sleep, I got up and went to orchestra rehearsal at the Ecole de Musique. We started with sectionals in which each section had a mini-rehearsal before a general rehearsal with all sections. It was fun getting to meet the other first violins, all from various backgrounds. Some were students, others teachers, no cookie-cutter people in the violins at all. Everyone was there with a unified goal: to make music and to have fun doing it. We rehearsed "Pirates of the Caribbean," "The Sorceror's Apprentice" from Disney's "Fantasia," and the Carillon Suite by Bizet, among other pieces. I always enjoy sectionals as we get to hone in on each individual part of the music in order to correct mistakes and get everything "up to par." The first violins joined the rest of the orchestra, and I sat next to a student at the university who is a physics major and wants to become an airplane pilot. Wow! That's pretty cool. Soon after, the director, Jean-Christophe Bergeon told me that I will be moving up to second chair! And the week after, I will be the first violinist (leader)! The orchestra does rotational seating, so different members get different seats each time. Next week is the first concert, which will be a benefit concert for Haiti with a dinner (5 euros) following. Really looking forward to that.
Following our morning rehearsal, I went into the library, which is in the same building as the Ecole de Musique. Quite convenient, huh? I took my dossier with paperwork for a library card and got one! I'm now registered at the Mediatheque de Mayenne! I checked out "Bouvard et Pecuchet" by Flaubert for my continual work on my grad school writing sample; "Jacques le fataliste" and "Le neveu de Rameau" by Diderot; and a philosophical book by Derrida. Lots to read... but time to do it in.
This afternoon, I continue to work on my writing sample for graduate school in hopes of finishing it soon so that I can move on to perfecting my statement of purpose. After that, it will simply be a matter of "plugging and chugging" information into the template for each university. There's still time to manage...
Following our morning rehearsal, I went into the library, which is in the same building as the Ecole de Musique. Quite convenient, huh? I took my dossier with paperwork for a library card and got one! I'm now registered at the Mediatheque de Mayenne! I checked out "Bouvard et Pecuchet" by Flaubert for my continual work on my grad school writing sample; "Jacques le fataliste" and "Le neveu de Rameau" by Diderot; and a philosophical book by Derrida. Lots to read... but time to do it in.
This afternoon, I continue to work on my writing sample for graduate school in hopes of finishing it soon so that I can move on to perfecting my statement of purpose. After that, it will simply be a matter of "plugging and chugging" information into the template for each university. There's still time to manage...
08 October 2010
"Friday, I'm in love!"
My first Friday after work in the lycee this week. Morning classes were pretty good. I saw the professional work students who needed to improve their English. They were older and a little nicer. My PowerPoint highlighted some geography, family information, and my personal hobbies. We're still in the introductory stages of the teaching. I next saw the secondes or the sophomores. It's so funny! I look at them and think: why they're so incredibly young! Why, they're just kids! Then, I realize, I'm not too much older than they are, six or seven years. These kids struggled somewhat with communication but they asked some very pertinent questions.
I break-ed for lunch and went back to the Griffon's house. Today, I got a package from home! It only took one week, and it contained my anorak (ski jacket), wool peacoat, and black dress shoes. These will become indispensable in the coming weeks as the temperature gets colder. After lunch I headed back to school to see another class of secondes. They were pretty rowdy and yet had some good questions. I have a feeling that the secondes may be the most stressful to handle. Nevertheless, I'll, in almost every case, be responsible for 10 or 11 students maximum. That's much more manageable.
It's rather warm today and I would like to take advantage of it. The weather is supposed to be beautiful this weekend. Perhaps, I could go see the chateau in the downtown area, have a glass of wine in town, or buy a pastry at the boulangerie. French life is pretty awesome right now.
I break-ed for lunch and went back to the Griffon's house. Today, I got a package from home! It only took one week, and it contained my anorak (ski jacket), wool peacoat, and black dress shoes. These will become indispensable in the coming weeks as the temperature gets colder. After lunch I headed back to school to see another class of secondes. They were pretty rowdy and yet had some good questions. I have a feeling that the secondes may be the most stressful to handle. Nevertheless, I'll, in almost every case, be responsible for 10 or 11 students maximum. That's much more manageable.
It's rather warm today and I would like to take advantage of it. The weather is supposed to be beautiful this weekend. Perhaps, I could go see the chateau in the downtown area, have a glass of wine in town, or buy a pastry at the boulangerie. French life is pretty awesome right now.
07 October 2010
Oh, what a beautiful day.
It finally became sunny and warm today after almost a whole week of wet and dreary weather. Mayenne glimmered with Frenchness as it basked in the sun. Today, the students had a strike (greve) and many did not come to school. They were protesting the upcoming legislation that will, in effect, change the retirement age to 62. The school was nearly empty the whole day. After having a quiet, slower-paced day at school, starting with eating at the self (cafeteria) and then giving two classes, I made my way into the city centre noticing all the boulangeries that line the streets and different stores. I did the typical French thing: faire la leche vitrine (window-shopping) and stopped and got my Carte Bleu VISA (debit card) from the bank. I was looking for another sweater to add to my set as I realized it would become very cold soon. So I looked a little bit and then came upon the Peinturier, a clothing store for men. I walked in and the gentleman spoke with me about the merino wool sweaters he had. I'm into merino wool, so he showed me a couple. I chose the gray V-neck sweater, which looked nice. The gentleman was very friendly perhaps in a salesman kind of way (asking if I would come see him again soon for other clothes, for example). Nevertheless, he was kind and helpful.
So many good things seem to be happening. It's amazing what God continues to do here!
Tonight I went to a Bible study with people from my church. Madame Kabandana took me to the Maison de Travail just across the bride from the downtown area. She informed me that our/their church is an Assembly of God church. (I had figured it had some Pentecostal roots since there was quite a bit of praying out loud, intervening, etc... aspects of worship that are a little foreign to me.) We sang contemporary songs in French and studied the Word together in an intimate setting. The pastor talked about John 1-- to illustrate his points about our identity in Christ. He did very well to explain how God descended in the form of a man to identify with us so that we could be more like him and identify with him. It was very neat. I hadn't thought of it quite that way before, nor in French for that matter. Madame Kabandana gave me a Sainte Bible to use and study. Unfortunately, I had forgotten mine at home in the States. But Madame Kabandana was so gracious to give me one of hers. I talked with the parishioners that were there. I told the pastor that I was very interested in attending the large reunion of young Christians in Nantes, and it looks like it will be very possible for me to go. I will be attending the "Rassemblement Regional de Jeunesse a Nantes," which is an Assembly of God event for young people in France. It will take place two weeks from this Saturday, the 23 October. Our God is truly an awesome God.
I can't believe it. I'm meeting so many people. God is opening so many doors and giving me opportunities I couldn't have even imagined before leaving the States. It's such a blessing to just stand back and take in these wonderful things-- walking past the boulangerie, passing by the little boutiques, seeing all the quaint buildings. It's like my very own education sentimentale that I can take with me wherever I go.
So many good things seem to be happening. It's amazing what God continues to do here!
Tonight I went to a Bible study with people from my church. Madame Kabandana took me to the Maison de Travail just across the bride from the downtown area. She informed me that our/their church is an Assembly of God church. (I had figured it had some Pentecostal roots since there was quite a bit of praying out loud, intervening, etc... aspects of worship that are a little foreign to me.) We sang contemporary songs in French and studied the Word together in an intimate setting. The pastor talked about John 1-- to illustrate his points about our identity in Christ. He did very well to explain how God descended in the form of a man to identify with us so that we could be more like him and identify with him. It was very neat. I hadn't thought of it quite that way before, nor in French for that matter. Madame Kabandana gave me a Sainte Bible to use and study. Unfortunately, I had forgotten mine at home in the States. But Madame Kabandana was so gracious to give me one of hers. I talked with the parishioners that were there. I told the pastor that I was very interested in attending the large reunion of young Christians in Nantes, and it looks like it will be very possible for me to go. I will be attending the "Rassemblement Regional de Jeunesse a Nantes," which is an Assembly of God event for young people in France. It will take place two weeks from this Saturday, the 23 October. Our God is truly an awesome God.
I can't believe it. I'm meeting so many people. God is opening so many doors and giving me opportunities I couldn't have even imagined before leaving the States. It's such a blessing to just stand back and take in these wonderful things-- walking past the boulangerie, passing by the little boutiques, seeing all the quaint buildings. It's like my very own education sentimentale that I can take with me wherever I go.
06 October 2010
Orientation in Nantes
Very early this morning at 5h10, I arose from my bed a bit tired and enervated. I ate a quick breakfast and walked to the lycee to catch my ride to my orientation in Nantes. I rode with the German assistant girl, Salome, who was very kind to lend me a ride in her car for the 2h30 journey. It was a grey and rainy Tuesday morning and visibility was obscure. It was good to chat with her a bit in French the whole way, while navigating the confusing French roads. Ok, there were roundabouts (rond-point) on almost every corner where we were riding. This seemed almost exactly like the United Kingdom. We got off to a good start but when we entered into the city limits of Nantes, all confidence disappeared... Salome and I had no idea which rond-point to take. After passing numerous corners, we finally asked someone to give us directions from a local bar. The monsieur was very nice. He showed us exactly where to go and so we arrived. Salome dropped me off at the CRDP and went to her orientation at the Rectorat de Nantes.
So, the orientation was supposed to start at 9h00. I got there at 9h40. Nervous and afraid I was abysmally late, I walked into a large auditorium and took a seat in the back. Fortunately, the welcoming time (acceuil) was between 9h00-9h30. I had only missed ten minutes of the presentation. They went through everything in the handbook from bank accounts and social security to mutuelles, etc. Kind of boring, kind of superfluous. Some unreasonable questions, but that's normal at these kinds of events. Finally, we broke up the group of English assistants into those going to the college (middle school) and lycee (high school).
Still pretty big group. 40-50 assistants in a room at once. First, administrators went through the Do's and Don'ts of assisting in the school. We then talked about games and how to integrate them into the curriculum. At 12h30 we broke for lunch, and I proceeded to go with an assistant from New Jersey named Tamar and her friend Brianne.
Together, Brianne, Tamar, and I found a cafeteria at the University of Nantes that was very inexpensive. Four euros for a menu classique (combo in America) with a sandwich avec du jambon et du beurre (sandwich with ham and butter); a cup of yogurt; a little gateau (almost like a Little Debbies' cake); and a can of coca cola. Super bon marche, n'est-ce pas? It was nice to talk to Brianne and Tamar about their first impressions of France as assistants. They are both living in a small town as well in an apartment together. We enjoyed talking about cultural differences with the French, including their two-hour lunch break (12h-14h) and other things. We walked back to the CRDP for the final hours of this interminable orientation... Finally got out around 17h and took a pleasant voyage home to Mayenne.
Some good things came out of the orientation. I learned about how to engage students with games and how to act in front of them (maintaining discipline, etc.). I'm extremely tired and will go to bed early tonight and sleep in tomorrow. Bonne nuit, tout le monde.
So, the orientation was supposed to start at 9h00. I got there at 9h40. Nervous and afraid I was abysmally late, I walked into a large auditorium and took a seat in the back. Fortunately, the welcoming time (acceuil) was between 9h00-9h30. I had only missed ten minutes of the presentation. They went through everything in the handbook from bank accounts and social security to mutuelles, etc. Kind of boring, kind of superfluous. Some unreasonable questions, but that's normal at these kinds of events. Finally, we broke up the group of English assistants into those going to the college (middle school) and lycee (high school).
Still pretty big group. 40-50 assistants in a room at once. First, administrators went through the Do's and Don'ts of assisting in the school. We then talked about games and how to integrate them into the curriculum. At 12h30 we broke for lunch, and I proceeded to go with an assistant from New Jersey named Tamar and her friend Brianne.
Together, Brianne, Tamar, and I found a cafeteria at the University of Nantes that was very inexpensive. Four euros for a menu classique (combo in America) with a sandwich avec du jambon et du beurre (sandwich with ham and butter); a cup of yogurt; a little gateau (almost like a Little Debbies' cake); and a can of coca cola. Super bon marche, n'est-ce pas? It was nice to talk to Brianne and Tamar about their first impressions of France as assistants. They are both living in a small town as well in an apartment together. We enjoyed talking about cultural differences with the French, including their two-hour lunch break (12h-14h) and other things. We walked back to the CRDP for the final hours of this interminable orientation... Finally got out around 17h and took a pleasant voyage home to Mayenne.
Some good things came out of the orientation. I learned about how to engage students with games and how to act in front of them (maintaining discipline, etc.). I'm extremely tired and will go to bed early tonight and sleep in tomorrow. Bonne nuit, tout le monde.
05 October 2010
Day two of teaching (still introductory)
This morning, I went to the middle school to get my schedule from Mme. Bouttier, the teacher with whom I will be working and with the sixiemes (sixth graders). Had lunch at the house with Pascal, Bastien, and another guy who is a landscaper in the area. With chaussures mouillees (wet shoes), I decided that I would need to invest in a new pair of leather shoes that are impermeable. It rains a lot in Mayenne, and having wet feet during the day could be potentially very miserable, especially for my feet. I haven't got the blues yet, but the rain is starting to get a little old. (I would like to see some sunshine soon and do a few outdoorsy things like look at the castle in Mayenne or simply stroll around the centre-ville. Hopefully, by Saturday that will come.)
I got a new pair of reasonably priced (40 euros) Manta brown leather shoes that are comfortable, will conform to my foot, and best of all, will shield my feet from the rain. I had to find a pair that wouldn't slide (glisser), because I am rather clumsy and will slide and fall flat on the ground without warning. This pair has good traction and will be good for any occasion, whether walking down in Mayenne or going to church on Sunday.
Nathy took me to the lycee soon after so that I could go to my late afternoon English conversation class with the secondes (sophomores) at 17h00 (5:00pm). I went to the accueil (welcome center) and got a key for C3 only to realize that my course was taking place in C6, so I had to go running back to the accueil to pick up the C6 key. I was a little livid and had to present myself to the class (a small group of about 11 students) without the help of another professor. I was also nervous and unsure what to say. I didn't have a PowerPoint to show my presentation. It would have been great. Zut alors! (Darn.) So I started off with calling roll and realized several students were not there. Then, I proceeded to say what I would say for the PowerPoint, introducing myself. Afterwards, I asked the students a lot of questions: what do you like to read; what music do you like; where would you like to travel; and what are your hobbies, likes and dislikes. The students are able to speak rather well without too many problems. They have studied in English in school for a long while-- at least 8 years. Meanwhile, many are still hesitant to speak. I made it through the whole class without a problem. In spite of my confusion at the beginning, I think it was a pretty decent introduction for this conversation class.
I got a new pair of reasonably priced (40 euros) Manta brown leather shoes that are comfortable, will conform to my foot, and best of all, will shield my feet from the rain. I had to find a pair that wouldn't slide (glisser), because I am rather clumsy and will slide and fall flat on the ground without warning. This pair has good traction and will be good for any occasion, whether walking down in Mayenne or going to church on Sunday.
Nathy took me to the lycee soon after so that I could go to my late afternoon English conversation class with the secondes (sophomores) at 17h00 (5:00pm). I went to the accueil (welcome center) and got a key for C3 only to realize that my course was taking place in C6, so I had to go running back to the accueil to pick up the C6 key. I was a little livid and had to present myself to the class (a small group of about 11 students) without the help of another professor. I was also nervous and unsure what to say. I didn't have a PowerPoint to show my presentation. It would have been great. Zut alors! (Darn.) So I started off with calling roll and realized several students were not there. Then, I proceeded to say what I would say for the PowerPoint, introducing myself. Afterwards, I asked the students a lot of questions: what do you like to read; what music do you like; where would you like to travel; and what are your hobbies, likes and dislikes. The students are able to speak rather well without too many problems. They have studied in English in school for a long while-- at least 8 years. Meanwhile, many are still hesitant to speak. I made it through the whole class without a problem. In spite of my confusion at the beginning, I think it was a pretty decent introduction for this conversation class.
04 October 2010
First day in the Lycee
Today marks my first day of teaching English in Mayenne. I arrived at the Lycee Lavoisier at 8h45 and went to the Salle des Professeurs (faculty room). I had a USB with my PowerPoint presentation ready for the students. My first class was with the Terminales (seniors). It was a very small group of students (about 8) and they were very attentive. I presented my PowerPoint and everyone was rather interested. I showed my family, brothers, town, state, etc. in images on the screen. The students would ask questions and the professor helped facilitate the conversation. I would write on the board the difficult words and expressions. The students were engaged and enjoyed asking me things about life in America and in particular, Georgia. This was enjoyable.
In the other class, I had the secondes (sophomores). They were quiet and attentive but not as active in the discussion. I presented my PowerPoint and they seemed to like it. Meanwhile, they didn't ask too many questions. I do get the feeling that I will have to engage them, either by calling on them by name during class or by playing games with them. In any case, it should work out well in the end. All the students I have met today have been very friendly and cheerful. I think I'm gonna like this teaching gig. :)
Wednesday I have my stage d'accueil (orientation) with the Academie (school district) in Nantes. Lots of administrative and procedural matters to follow. But should be fun all the same.
In the other class, I had the secondes (sophomores). They were quiet and attentive but not as active in the discussion. I presented my PowerPoint and they seemed to like it. Meanwhile, they didn't ask too many questions. I do get the feeling that I will have to engage them, either by calling on them by name during class or by playing games with them. In any case, it should work out well in the end. All the students I have met today have been very friendly and cheerful. I think I'm gonna like this teaching gig. :)
Wednesday I have my stage d'accueil (orientation) with the Academie (school district) in Nantes. Lots of administrative and procedural matters to follow. But should be fun all the same.
Introduction to the Griffons
The Griffon family has shown an amazing amount of hospitality from the moment I arrived in Mayenne. They have taken me places (to the bank, into town, etc) and have given me invaluable contacts with area residents. I feel so blessed to be with them. The second day I was here, Nathy took me to the Ecole de Musique to ask about musical offerings. We met the conductor of the Orchestre Symphonique de la Haute Mayenne, who invited me to come to a rehearsal on Saturday. We also saw the mediateque/bibliotheque in the brand new building. God is so good! I went to the rehearsal on Saturday and truly enjoyed playing such pieces as "The Sorceror's Apprentice" and "Pirates of the Caribbean." We will be having a concert in a couple weeks.
Also, the Griffons put me into contact with the Kabandanas, an African family from Mayenne, who attend regularly the worship services at the Eglise Protestant Evangelique in Laval. Attending the service yesterday (Sunday) was a truly spiritual experience with good teaching and contemporary worship music, all in French. I'll have to get used to that here. It's amazing how God has worked to prepare the way for this experience in France. I am ever so thankful and happy to be here. Still tired, though from the decalage (time difference) and adjusting to new surroundings...
Also, the Griffons put me into contact with the Kabandanas, an African family from Mayenne, who attend regularly the worship services at the Eglise Protestant Evangelique in Laval. Attending the service yesterday (Sunday) was a truly spiritual experience with good teaching and contemporary worship music, all in French. I'll have to get used to that here. It's amazing how God has worked to prepare the way for this experience in France. I am ever so thankful and happy to be here. Still tired, though from the decalage (time difference) and adjusting to new surroundings...
Arrival in Mayenne
Today marks the end of my first week ever in France. I was so excited to arrive albeit incredibly tired from the long journey from Ringgold, GA to Mayenne, France. Getting used to everything in French was not too much of a problem. I can definitely thank Middlebury and Covenant for that. My French has since taken off to new heights. On the 28 September, I arrived in Charles De Gaulle airport. I got my passport stamped at the Controle des passports and took my bag to the Car Air France (bus service from the airport). I paid 16,5 euros to traverse the Parisian city to the very big Gare Montparnasse. The train station was incredibly busy with hurried travelers and business people from all over. There were very large affiches (signs) with travel times and 14 voies (or train tracks). Apprehensive of my surroundings, I looked for a window where I could buy my ticket and Carte 12-25 (for reductions in the train ticket prices). I bought my Carte 12-25 and a ticket at 21 euros for the TGV (Train Grande Vitesse), the high-speed train to Laval. It was thrilling watching the affiche and then walking hurriedly to the second track (voie). I looked at my ticket and saw that the final destination was going to Rennes and proceeded to board. Carrying my 49.5lb. bag was not so easy, but I made it in time. The train ride was smooth and enjoyable. I finally arrived in Laval around 15h45. I waited on my contact person to arrive, Marc Esnault from the high school, Lycee Lavoisier. He arrived and took me to the Griffon family's house in Mayenne. Marc speaks English with a British accent and likes many of the bands I do, U2, Vampire Weekend, the National, etc. We got to the Griffon's house. Everyone was so welcoming and kind. The kids were sweet and showed me around. Lilian, the younger son, connected me to the Internet. The mother, Nathy, fixed dinner for us, which was very delicious and simple. Just the way the French like to eat. Soon, thereafter, I checked email and went to sleep for 12 hours (after having lost so much sleep with the trip over the pond.) My arrival in Mayenne was a great success.
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