I step out of my placement exam for phonetics and registration for the civilizations courses, or what they call 'conferences' here, beaming and excited like a newly-minted freshman in college on the first day (a hypothetical freshman. not me. i was enjoying the purity and innocence of youth by skipping orientation activities and smoking with Yaya). I was beaming because I was placed into the advanced level for phonetics AND got into the 2 classes I wanted: 19th & 20th french literature, and France & Europe: société (aka politics, economics, etc).
2 steps later, an 80+ year old, refined-looking grandma with biiig round glasses, the kind that take up an entire old persons face and are double-paned, long coat, woven hat and a cane, stops in her tracks and angrily points said cane at me, yelling with a thick german or maybe austrian accent,
'You must learn english you damned french!!!'
loves. it.
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