I walked into oral French today, the roots of my hair still damp from the shower and the goal of speaking more fresh on my mind. It turned out to be even easier than I thought it would be.
All but ten minutes of class ended up being taken over by going over an aural proficiency exam we took on Tuesday. The prof had nothing planned for those last few minutes and as she was beginning to search for a speaking exercise in her bag, a voice asked her what she thought of the Olympic games.
The voice was mine. No, surely that wasn't right. But it was.
Soon the topic changed from the Olympics to the differing attitudes of the cultures in the class towards different forms of technology. And all the while my voice took an active role in the conversation, tripping frequently in the struggle for proper grammar and proper wording. And when there was no grammar, no correct words there was humor enough to keep me going.
All but ten minutes of class ended up being taken over by going over an aural proficiency exam we took on Tuesday. The prof had nothing planned for those last few minutes and as she was beginning to search for a speaking exercise in her bag, a voice asked her what she thought of the Olympic games.
The voice was mine. No, surely that wasn't right. But it was.
Soon the topic changed from the Olympics to the differing attitudes of the cultures in the class towards different forms of technology. And all the while my voice took an active role in the conversation, tripping frequently in the struggle for proper grammar and proper wording. And when there was no grammar, no correct words there was humor enough to keep me going.
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