Suspiciously Inexpensive Spaghetti
Learning a language is a funny thing for adults. It's hard to not occasionally have a moment which is slightly infantalizing.
Sometimes this happens with the coursework itself, which is often dual use with children's education:
Sometimes it's in the videos that we occasionally watch. This week, it's a group of people randomly showing up to the class and starting to sing to you in French.
But a notable exception to this feeling manifested with the most exciting event of the previous week - a short field trip walking around the university (UQAM), followed by basically a scavenger hunt the day after.
We visited the big library, wandered the cute streets of the quartier, and encountered some suspiciously inexpensive spaghetti at a student cafeteria. Sadly, "Clinique techno" is not a dance club.
The scavenger hunt part of this took place on the subsequent day. We were divided into groups, given a sheet with questions/things to do - take a group photo facing something etc - and sent off. It was fun.
That is, until we got back and a classmate collapsed.
She's fine. Everyone is fine. Despite having an inhaler, it was a bad enough asthma attack to call in the paramedics. This was luckily covered by the orientation in the first week:
The broken French I threw together in a panic was apparently quite sufficient, someone was there in about two minutes and the ambulance very shortly after. While I sprinted down the corridor, the rest of the class sprung into action trying to get her some air, keeping her awake, etc.
Anyway that's pretty heavy stuff so lets end today with a funny post and a dog with Immaculate Posture:
She's an old lady with an old lady sweater.
