un peu pompette là
today i got up early for my english>french translation test. antoine was nice enough to give me and mady and helène a ride. the test was okay even though i forgot how to say "shopping" in french (maybe cause the french aren't capitalist pigs, ha ha). i took the bus afterwards directly to the direction departemental de travail et de formation professionelle. they were already supposedly closed for lunch but a nice woman accepted my papers and dismissed me with mysterious (hungry?) haste. i went back to the wait at the bus stop where a guy (from the reunion) came up to me and said hello. i replied hello and we talked about how long the bus would be, what i studied, quebec, and where i worked. WHERE I WORKED. i'm an idiot sometimes but he was asking me for english lessons and i told him if he wanted goddamn english lessons he'd have to pay a grand for three months of them at Wall Street English. then i got on the bus and so did he. there was an uncomfortable silence which i didn't give much a damn about since he was just hitting on me but he got off at the next stop anyway. which makes him a bit creepy but at least not delusional. i went home and ate leftover 3-for-1 domino's pizza. i said hi to gilles at the welcome with my pick-me-upper café. bruno was there too and i thanked him for the article on his website which taught me about 40 new vocabulary words (i now know how to say "liquid manure" in french, among other interesting things).
then i went to the gym and took my anglais commercial test. at the end, as i was handing in my paper, one of the people administrating the test kept trying to say my name. "ah-me... a-my.." "AMY," i said. "oh, that must be foreign," he remarked. "yeah, it's american," i mumbled. then as i was walking away i heard him say "well that explains a lot."
i still don't know what he was referring to. maybe i'll ask him tomorrow as i'm slapping his shiny bald head.
i went to the welcome again right after the test. i had a desperados, then a miller, then another miller as i was waiting for lei. lei is chinese, one badass chinese kid who i love (he tells good stories and speaks real good french). gilles got off work and joined us at the bar. we were supposed to play pool with stéphane but by the time he got there we were all a bit too tipsy. gilled wrote me a sweet message on the back of my coaster (it was really nice even though he referred to my eyes as being blue instead of green) and lei taught be how to say "i'm ugly but i'm very tender" in chinese.
such a lovely day in my francophone world.
then i went to the gym and took my anglais commercial test. at the end, as i was handing in my paper, one of the people administrating the test kept trying to say my name. "ah-me... a-my.." "AMY," i said. "oh, that must be foreign," he remarked. "yeah, it's american," i mumbled. then as i was walking away i heard him say "well that explains a lot."
i still don't know what he was referring to. maybe i'll ask him tomorrow as i'm slapping his shiny bald head.
i went to the welcome again right after the test. i had a desperados, then a miller, then another miller as i was waiting for lei. lei is chinese, one badass chinese kid who i love (he tells good stories and speaks real good french). gilles got off work and joined us at the bar. we were supposed to play pool with stéphane but by the time he got there we were all a bit too tipsy. gilled wrote me a sweet message on the back of my coaster (it was really nice even though he referred to my eyes as being blue instead of green) and lei taught be how to say "i'm ugly but i'm very tender" in chinese.
such a lovely day in my francophone world.