It is that time of year again: Tourist Season. Continue reading “French Stereotypes : True vs. False”
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18 Things You Might Not Know About Kikalavil
It has been a while since I have been able to actually sit down and write a blog post. This past month has just been crazy in itself, with three consecutive trips and my university gala. I am certainly not complaining. Val de Loire was a beautiful, countryside escape, Milan was my doorway into Italy, a country I was already in love with but now even more, and Germany was a fun weekend away with friends I had not seen in years. Before I get into my posts about my trips and all the seriousness, I thought maybe I could do a quick little post about things you probably do not know about me. Continue reading “18 Things You Might Not Know About Kikalavil”
6 Things That 2017 Has Already Taught Me
I have come to the conclusion that there are two things in this world that bring me bad luck: 7’s and the month of March. Continue reading “6 Things That 2017 Has Already Taught Me”
New Year, New Blog, “New Me”: Welcome
I’ve always found the idea of New Year’s resolution kind of idiotic. Time is just this idea made up by man, and if we truly want to change, why wait for the 1st of January instead of starting right away? Continue reading “New Year, New Blog, “New Me”: Welcome”
Beginning
Today is the beginning. Today is the beginning of the long wait. Today is the beginning of nervously wondering what they are thinking while reading my grades and French letters, which I took weeks to write and had four separate French people look at and re-read over and over again, until I felt it was strong enough to convince someone. Convince someone that I have worked and am willing to work to get an education in France. Continue reading “Beginning”
The Power of a Good Job/Boss/Teacher
I like work. I feel comfortable, I can make jokes, attempt to speak French, and I can talk about my private life and not be afraid of feeling like I am being judged. These are things that with my old host family were unimaginable. When I spent a vacation with my boyfriend (which my old host mom knew nothing about) and came back to work, my old host mom would ask me when I was going to learn French and if I had even attempted to speak it that past week. When I speak French with my new family, my host mom has complimented me on my effort and mentions that French is not an easy language. With my old host family, if the girl broke something, it was my fault for not having paid attention and shame on me (by the way, I love the girl I used to take care of, and am sad I could not say goodbye). With my new host family, kids will be kids and accidents are going to happen. If I bought shoes (or anything else), my old host mom would always eye them and talk about how difficult it is to find good quality shoes these days. My new host mom doesn’t even ask if I show up with something new, but she sometimes comments on what I look like by simply complementing me. Continue reading “The Power of a Good Job/Boss/Teacher”
Words…
They feel empty to me when they used to explode from the darkest cracks within me. When I used to shout from the rooftops and mumble words, sitting for hours trying to make them sound just perfect, to sum up my thoughts, beliefs… My being in itself. Continue reading “Words…”
