Thursday, September 16, 2004
Hello...and goodbye
I figured I should try this blogging thing before I head out on my big adventure this afternoon. After receiving an invitation to blog weeks ago, I decided to finally give it try. Just so happens it was the day after Dan accidentally erased the blog. So here I go again.
I'm Salena, Dan's sister. Off I go to France to be an English language assistant in Dijon, France for six months. I'll be working with older students who are at least my age, helping them with their conversation skills and accent. Yeah, I guess I'm a little nervous (although I was able to sleep last night - score). Why am I nervous, you ask?
1. I don't know a soul in Dijon
2. I haven't spoken French regularly since I was at school three years ago
3. I've never taught anything in my life (P.S. Dan, there are two acceptable pronunciations of "niche").
4. I'll only be teaching English 15 hours a week - what the hell will I do with the rest of my time?
5. The pay is shit
6. I'm leaving my boyfriend behind and long-distance relationships suck
Sounds great so far, huh? I reckon no matter how bad it gets, it couldn't be worse than my old, soul-destroying job at NFF. I'll try to remember that as I lug two enormous bags through two plane rides, the bus and the train. No really, I'll have plenty of time to travel. I'll probably tutor on the side, do some sort of sport (or martial art perhaps?) or maybe get some sort of internship.
All in all, this should be a great thing for me. Check back to see how it all pans out.
I'm Salena, Dan's sister. Off I go to France to be an English language assistant in Dijon, France for six months. I'll be working with older students who are at least my age, helping them with their conversation skills and accent. Yeah, I guess I'm a little nervous (although I was able to sleep last night - score). Why am I nervous, you ask?
1. I don't know a soul in Dijon
2. I haven't spoken French regularly since I was at school three years ago
3. I've never taught anything in my life (P.S. Dan, there are two acceptable pronunciations of "niche").
4. I'll only be teaching English 15 hours a week - what the hell will I do with the rest of my time?
5. The pay is shit
6. I'm leaving my boyfriend behind and long-distance relationships suck
Sounds great so far, huh? I reckon no matter how bad it gets, it couldn't be worse than my old, soul-destroying job at NFF. I'll try to remember that as I lug two enormous bags through two plane rides, the bus and the train. No really, I'll have plenty of time to travel. I'll probably tutor on the side, do some sort of sport (or martial art perhaps?) or maybe get some sort of internship.
All in all, this should be a great thing for me. Check back to see how it all pans out.
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To pronounce niche as "nitch" is to ignore the French roots of the word. It's like saying "No-ter Dayme" instead of Notre Dame, or "carry-okie" instead of karaoke. Decipherable, perhaps, even widespread, but not "acceptable" in my book.
コメントがあります？ Type something, please. It's less work for me.To pronounce niche as "nitch" is to ignore the French roots of the word. It's like saying "No-ter Dayme" instead of Notre Dame, or "carry-okie" instead of karaoke. Decipherable, perhaps, even widespread, but not "acceptable" in my book.
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