Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Only in France can a meeting leave you with less information than before you went.

This morning I solemnly vowed to go to the address listed on my contract and speak to someone about what, exactly, they expect from me. I met with one of the inspectors for the district, and she was really nice -- although she informed me that she still doesn't know which schools (plural, drat) I'll be placed in. She did, however, note that I prefer the youngest kids, so that's good. Six and seven-year-olds I think that would be.

She also let me go through a pile of English books to pick out some to borrow. I borrowed a bunch of storybooks, my preference, and one pedagogical book with lesson ideas. The other pedagogical books were very, very British, and I refuse to pretend to be British. What peeved me most was that the things they teach the kids aren't things I've ever heard of ... perhaps British-isms. But I saw that they teach a version of Old MacDonald that refers to MacDonalds, as in, fast food restaurant. WTF. The lyrics were about hamburgers. No. Absolutely not. I will not support this stereotype regarding Anglophones.

After I got home from Aubervilliers and this meeting, I meandered from my apartment back to my old foyer to visit and to make a photocopy of part of my passport for French Immigration paperwork. I went up to the "seventh" floor of the foyer to the rooftop terrace, which I maintain, is the best view to be had of Paris. If you're facing this way, the Eiffel Tower is in front of you (along with Invalides), you can lean out to see Sacre Coeur to the right, Montparnasse is to the left, and behind you on your left is Val de Grace. You can see every major monument from here, and it's awesome!



Dear Dave, Molly takes after you. Love, Mollyariotti. Thought you should see this highlight from our earlier videochat. I told her she looked just like Daddy.



Finally, one for you Mommy: Remember how we saw that Barilla commercial on TV and when it said it's number one in Italy or something like that we wondered if it were true? Well, Barilla's in France at least. Tastes the same, too.



Orientation tomorrow, it's going to be a LONG day.

2 comments:

  1. Love the view of the Eiffel Tower, way off in the distance. Potter will be intrigued by this when I show it to him. Molly, on the other hand, will never be embarrassed by this photo. I am amazed at how well it turned out.

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  2. If they're not giving you enough support in terms of what or how to teach let me know because all these ideas are fresh in my mind (although i've never actually never used them myself so take it all cum grano sale)

    For example, my teacher did this excellent preposition lesson using "total physical response." we didn't have to speak french for this lesson, but by watching him move around the ball, and then moving around the ball ourselves we proved we understood everything he was saying, even though he used no english. it helped us all feel pretty awesome, and success breeds confidence and more success.

    Sorry for the unasked for advice. Bon chance with orientation.

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