le mot "muscade"

Tonight I went to yoga with an American friend in Crest who has lived here for several years.  I mentioned that I promised to make a pumpkin pie for my 3rd grade class tomorrow.  She said that cans of pumpkin are among the American foods she stockpiles, and she's picking up some more when she goes home for Christmas, so she gave me a can of pumpkin!  Which led to....

My dilemma:

Save time and be sure that's it's going to taste like pumpkin pie and be something I'm not embarrassed to serve?

Or chance it with this mysterious wedge of "le courge" that I bought three days ago and save the can of pumpkin for myself and others who would truly appreciate it?

I went with le courge.

Wow, this looks like pumpkin puree!

Can of pumpkin looking on in disgust.  Muscade (nutmeg) passing judgment as well.

Finished!

Well, they've never had pumpkin pie before, so I guess they can't really judge this no-brown-sugar-or-cloves-or-ginger-or-cardamom-probably-butternut-squash-rectangular-pie.

.....Right? :)

I was stressed out about making this, but now I'm more stressed out that my two other classes at this school are going to find out that I didn't make "pumpkin" pie for them.  That's okay.  They laughed at my Barney song.

It's 12:30 a.m. now. I just personified a can of pumpkin and some nutmeg, so I'm going to take that as a sign that I should probably go to bed soon.  Bonne nuit!

that I'm making a pumpkin pie for 22 French 2nd and 3rd graders

Yesterday and today, I talked about Thanksgiving in English/French for the last 10 minutes in some of my classes.  I showed images like the Mayflower, turkey, stuffing, pumpkin pie, the Macy's parade, a football game and the classic Norman Rockwell painting of the grandparents serving their family.

Today after the presentation, the teacher said "Oh, maybe Rebecca could make a pumpkin pie and bring it next Tuesday, that would be nice!"  So....... I am!

About 30 language assistants from the area are getting together for Thanksgiving this weekend.  I'd say more than half are not American, so it will be fun to see what they think of the food and traditions.  When Thursday rolls around, I'm really going to miss my family, but hopefully this Thanksgiving with friends will help.  Anyway, another American is making a couple of pumpkin pies WITHOUT CANNED PUMPKIN, so hopefully I'll get some pumpkin pie advice before next Tuesday rolls around.

Also, I taught some verbs in three of my classes today. Skate, swim, read, listen, eat, drink, etc.  I had the students act out a verb, another student would guess, and then they would come up to the front of the class and act out the next one.  I feel like I and fellow Americans would generally mime "eat" as a person shoveling food into their mouth.  A ten-year-old boy came up to the front of the class and mimed using a knife and fork.

Classe.

le mot "théine"

A few short stories today....


I drink a fair amount of coffee and tea, so I thought I was pretty familiar with what they contain and their respective effects.  A few weeks ago, someone said that they didn't want to have any tea after dinner because of the théine in it, and they didn't want to stay awake.  I had never heard of this before, but it makes sense.  Actually, it almost makes more sense in French than English.  There is caféine in café, there is théine in thé, and there used to be cocaïne in Coca (Cola).


Another interesting term is "classe."  I'm not exactly sure if that's how it's spelled for this meaning, but I'm interpreting it as "classy."  Last week, I told someone I came from Chicago, and they said "Classe."  Today, I presented Thanksgiving to my 8-year-old class....what we eat and what we do to celebrate.  After I presented all the food, a boy raised his hand and said, "Ah, c'est la classe chez toi?"  Which I can only imagine means, "Oh, it's pretty nice there in America, huh?"


Also, in that same class today, a girl raised her and and told on the boy sitting next to her.  "Rebecca, il a dit 'Rebecca, Rebe-caca.' C'est pas bon de dire ca."  (He called you caca.  It's not good to say that.) I laughed... probably not the best response.


The 5-year-olds make me feel like a celebrity.  They see me in the school courtyard during their recess sometimes and run up to me.  It's so cute, because you can tell they want to stay stuff to me, but they can't really say anything in English, so they just run up and say my name and touch me, which is a little strange but really cute.


I think French children have trouble hearing words that are almost the same in French and English.  We played Bingo with colors today in the 5-year-old class.  I would say a color, and there was a little boy who thought every color was orange.  Here is how similar these two words are.  The word is orange in English, and the word is orange in French.  They are pronounce differently, but they are still really close.  Anyway, it was funny because the exchange went like this (French in italics):
Me calling out Bingo colors: Red!
Boy to his friend: Oh, it's orange! Orange!
Me: No.  That's orange.  Next, green!
Boy to his friend: Orange!
Me: No.  It's... you... orange is orange!

l'expression "chanter en yaourt"

Have you ever tried to sing along to a song in a language you don't speak?  Think about how you just sing whatever sounds you think you hear.  Now imagine if 66.7% of the songs you listened to on the radio were in a language you didn't speak.  That's how it is in France.. I have heard from several people that it has gotten to the point where there is a law that at least every third song has to be in French, so that English doesn't take over the airwaves.  There is A LOT of English on the radio, and obviously, French people are going to try to sing along.

Anyway, when you don't speak the language of the song you're singing, you tend to sing the sounds that you hear, even if it doesn't make sense.  The French call that "chanter en yaourt," or singing in yogurt.

I googled it and found a great example.  (It seems to be in Bulgarian, and not French, but you get the idea!)
For a more literal example, click here!

Last week, I went to the town of Romans-sur-Isère for an afternoon of visiting the outlet mall, the International Shoe Museum and a specialty pasta store called Saint Jean.

A board game available in the gift shop of the International Shoe Museum.

Your guess is as good as mine.

Different animal skins used for shoemaking, including manta ray, toad and crocodile

Which part of the shoe comes from which part of the cow

Specialty pasta store

Close up of some of the products sold at Saint Jean.  Note that the Drôme ravioles is "Bio," or organic.  The Drôme is the largest producer of organic food in France.

I always thought ravioli came from Italy, but no fewer than five (and possibly even more) different people have told me that ravioles come from the Drôme department here in France.  They are small ravioli sold in the sheets pictured above.  Another specialty is the quenelle, which I would describe as a big gnocchi that is made without potatoes.

One of the eleven classrooms where I teach.

This week's lessons were about colors, animals, sports/actions you can and can't do, weather, months and food.

that I must appear to look like I have all of the answers

At least when I'm standing near the Valence train station.  A couple of weeks ago, I was waiting for a friend's bus to arrive.  A 16-year-old boy came up to me and I'm pretty sure he asked me for money because the bus was 4 Euros, and he didn't have enough.  Then a 10-year-old girl came up to me and said could she please use my phone because the train was running late.  I feel bad, but I said no to both of these children and walked away.

Yesterday, a woman asked me if I knew where the sheet protectors were in the paper aisle.  Then, I was back at the Valence train station, and a woman asked me where a certain bus was.  And then, an Asian man came up and asked if I spoke English (finally, a question I could answer yes to!), and he needed help finding the buses.  I actually knew the answer and pointed him in the right direction.

In other news, there is a chance I pronounce the word "white" incorrectly, but I can't hear it!  I was teaching four new colors (brown, white, black and pink) to the 5-year-old class, and I held up a flashcard and said "white."

The teacher stopped me and said, "You say 'white'?  Oh, we say 'white.' I guess we've been pronouncing it wrong!  Okay, 'white.' 'White'....

Weird.

le mot "trait d'union"

On Sunday, I invited language assistants from the area to eat lunch/hors d'oeuvres and then watch a rugby game here in Crest.  It worked out pretty well, and quite a few people showed up.  (However, four people missed the bus/train to Crest, and weren't able to make it!).  I made goat cheese stuffed dates (sans bacon... haven't been able to find that here.)

Anyway, it all started a couple weeks ago. I was walking around Crest, and I noticed the Stade Municipal.  Then, I read the poster and noticed there was a rugby game on November 6.  Then I looked up Crest rugby online and emailed the representative of the team.  Then, that person emailed me back and verified that yes, there would be a game on November 6 at 15h00, and it's free (!) and open to the public.  So, naturally, I invited everyone I know in France to come watch the rugby game in Crest.  A couple people came all the way from Lyon.  We showed up at the Stade Municipal at 14h45.

There was no rugby game.

Actually, there weren't any bleachers or anything either!  So, after several apologies in English and French (on my part), we started walking back and saw two French guys by the stadium.  Someone walked over to ask them about the rugby game, and the French guy pulls out his phone to start calling someone... one of the players!  Ha.  In the end, the game had been canceled because of the weather, but it wasn't even raining!

These people were promised a rugby game.

Okay, so I asked them to look sad for the photo. So, pretty much all of the stores/restaurants in Crest (and, really, most of France) are closed on Sundays, and the Tour of Crest is closed until winter vacation, so we went to look at Crest's second tourist attraction: Le Pont en Bois.  Then, we found a cafe that opened at 4 p.m.  It ended up being pretty busy... it turns out there are other people in Crest looking for something to do on a Sunday!  It ended up being a fun day, and now I know that I have somewhere to go and play baby-foot (a.k.a. foosball) on a Sunday evening.

Yesterday I taught five classes.  Today I taught six classes and a workshop for English teachers in the evening.  Well, I was present for the workshop for English teachers.  My boss prepared everything for it, and I just pronounced things.  But it was fun, and that's where I learned that trait d'union means hyphen in French because the teachers were practicing spelling their names with the English alphabet, and one teacher's name had a hyphen in it.

Highlights of teaching this week (French in italics):

• "C'est quoi, cette lettre?"  (When I wrote purple on the board, I tried to write in French cursive, and they thought I had written gurgle.)
• "Is the Statue of Liberty alive?"
• "Is the U.S. in France?"
• "What is your favorite day?" "I like Mondays the best because Rebecca comes to our class."
• Running out of activities in a 5th grade class and playing a Barney song about the days of the week, and realizing these kids are much to old for this right when I pushed the play button.  And then singing along enthusiastically.

that American kids are more creative than French ones when it comes to Halloween costumes

Okay, I might have already known that.  It may be a big generalization, but I saw A LOT of witches here in France on Halloween!

Today, I received letters from the penpal exchange in Utah!  I'm really excited about this, and I hope it works out!  The kids are in 4th grade.  They wrote where they live, how old they are, how many brothers/sisters they have, how many pets they have, and what they were for Halloween.

And then they drew pictures of their Halloween costumes:

"For Halloween, I am a whoopie cushion." - Pierce

(Thank you, Pierce.  Now I have to explain what a whoopie cushion is.)

"For Halloween I am going to be Martin Luther King Jr." - Tess

(And the award for most original goes to...)

"For Halloween I'm going to be a bike wreck.  If you don't know what a bike wreck is, it's a person who got in a bike crash." -Zane

(Oh! Now it makes sense.)

I've heard a lot of talk about the cafeteria here, and I finally bought a card today.  There are two options.  You can go to normal cafeteria, or you can go to the Lycée Professionnel cafeteria.  The high school (lycée) where I live is a "professional" high school, so some of the students are learning skills that they will use in their future careers.  There are a group of students who are working toward working in the restaurant industry, and they run the Lycée Professionnel cafeteria.  Every day, they post the following day's menu in the main entrance of the high school, and you have to sign up a day in advance.  It was good, especially for the price!  The regular cafeteria looked good, too (salad, fish, green beans).

French school lunch for €2.15

Also included a yogurt for dessert and coffee!