I work in a place where *technically* we should be fluent in French. However, I live in a place (Vancouver) where French isn't spoken very much.
And, I grew up in a place (St. John's) where French wasn't really spoken at all, in a time when French immersion wasn't even a glimmer amongst the curriculum planners.
So French wasn't really spoken at all, except for the following kinds of conversations (raise your hand if you were there in grade 7):
Tu connais Marcel Martin?
Oui, je le connais. Nous sommes de bons copains.
OR
Allo, Sylvie?
Oui. Qui est-ce?
Ici Elise Fournier. Tu es libre ce soir?
Oui. Pourquoi?
Tu va a la bibliotheque?
As you can see, these kind of French classes weren't designed to actually be useful in real life (though we had a great French teacher named Mrs. Crosbie who always tried to spice it up a little for us).
In any event, last year, our staff took French class. Once a week for about 2 hours with a real French teacher who gave us real French homework and everything. And we even declared Wed. "French Day" and attempted to address one another ONLY in French (which led to a lot of sign language......)
In any event, a few days ago I was covering the front desk for our receptionist at lunchtime. A call came in and I picked up the phone and answered in BOTH OFFICIAL LANGUAGES.
The person on the other end spoke to me in French. And guess what? I didn't shriek or ANYTHING! I answered him! Perhaps not well. Or maybe I inadvertently told him to "hold the mustard" or some such thing...... but the point is that:
a) I didn't panic
b) I spoke to the nice man in ANOTHER LANGUAGE
c) he didn't laugh at me or hang up! He actually said "Merci beaucoup".
Smug. I am now very, very smug.
Pardonez? Je ne comprends pas......
Vraiment? Bravo!
ReplyDeleteQuelle bonne idee a parler francais every mercredi...
Can you spot the english? I struggle with totally incorrect partially remembered highschool French, which now blends in my mind with totally incorrect partially remembered university Italian. I shudder when I think what will happen when I descend on Paris in a couple of weeks. Yikes.
Bunkle,
ReplyDeleteI feel certain that your partially remembered highschool French is actually better than you think it is!!
Have you read any musings by David Sedaris about living in Paris and being a person of non-Parisian persuasion? I highly recommend!