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Call Me (Not), Part II
I swear that’s the last time I fill in for the receptionist. I’m a bloody French teacher. NOT a receptionist. And if the woman can’t even remember if she’s supposed to be in a group or a private class I really don’t think she will do that great as a student. And.. and I hate the phone.
The Other Side Of The Story
The volunteer took a step back as he spoke, as if my Europeanism could jump on him. I decide to not mention that I spent quite a lot of time in malaria infected areas in Latin America, and got my yellow fever shot last minute in Panama’s remote countryside in a local health center.
Call Me (Not)
But she surprised me. Instead of mentioning my laziness (because she clearly remember that when she visited Paris, French were less efficient than Japanese, therefore they were lazy - some kind of genetic problem that I must have had inherited because I was very French indeed - are you following me ?) , she blamed my English.
Teaching 101
I wish John would shut up. But you see, John is so enthusiastic about his French training that he has to mumble vocabulary on his way to class. For now, I’m trying to open the bloody classroom door. Stuck, as usual. Or… do I have the right set of keys ?
The Word Is Collapsing
In September 2001, I was living in Hong Kong, working for a local company. I had just graduated from high school and was enjoying my first glimpse of freedom in Kowloon.
I had two co-workers : Bidé and Kelín. Both of them were also my roommates since the company I was working for provided accommodation.
We were [...]
Summer In The City
Summer usually brings the worse students, along with those to busy to take classes the rest of the year and whose only chance is to come to school when the Parliament isn’t in session. I don’t mind those ones. They’re usually focused on their studies because they’re desperate to pass their French test, which will [...]
To Be Or Not To Be
After a few months in Canada, I was bored to death. Feng had found a job but I couldn’t work with my visitor visa. As far as Canada was concerned, I didn’t exist : my immigration status – or lack of thereof – prevent me from doing anything. I couldn’t get a library card under [...]
Morning Glory
–What time do you finish ?
– I’ll be done at 4 pm.
– Alright, I’ll pick you up in front of the Supreme Court then.
– The Supreme Court ? Where is that ? We’ve never ate there, have we ?
Feng burst out laughing. Right. Not a Chinese restaurant but the actual Supreme Court of Canada, located [...]
