31 October 2010

Le Bouchon

Yesterday my friend needed to go to the airport and she entrusted me with the responsibility of bringing her car home.  I am happy to report that despite the bumper-to-bumper traffic, I didn't stall . . . not even once! 

But sitting there on the Boulevard Péripérique (France's largest parking lot), I got to thinking about term in French for 'traffic jam':  le bouchon.  Literally: cork.

24 October 2010

Je Cale . . . Deux Fois, Toujours

In honor of my friend MB who has just this morning quitté la france, a funny memory to fill the gap.

So a while ago,  MB and I went to the little city of Tours to stay with one of her friends.  Since it was only a two hour drive (or at least it is if you take the highway and not the 4-hour-scenic-tour-via-the-back-country-roads, oops!) to the Loire Valley and we had planned on visiting a few of the chateaux that the region is famous for, we decided to hire a car.

15 October 2010

Jump Right In

So Tuesday at the University,  I ended up sitting in on a class called Functional Assessment: Pediatrics.  The first several that were introduced are used for targeting kids with delays that affect their ability to learn in the classroom . . . things like handwriting skills.  Not exactly up my alley, but hey, I learned some great terminology: la discrimination figure/fond (which we call 'figure-ground'), la coordination visuo-motrice ou oculo-manuelle (okay, so I'm giving you all the easy ones: visual-motor coordination or eye-hand).

After all that, the prof pulled out his biggest gem of the day: the MIF Mômes.

09 October 2010

Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes

I sat in on a functional anatomy/activity analysis class yesterday at l'institute de la formation d'ergothérapie yesterday.  It was a bit surreal to be sitting back in a university classroom while young (and I mean young) minds scrambled to take record all that their prof said.

Since it takes me over an hour to get to the university, I was a little bit late for the class.  The secretary ushered me in and introduced me to the prof as 'An OT from the US who wants to observe your class.'  Once the prof recovered from my interrupting entrance, she began lecturing at the speed of light.  Suddenly I thought maybe this had been a bad idea.  Maybe I was way in over my.

07 October 2010

Chez Vous?

Living in France for over a year means I've had to trade in my Get-Out-of-Dummy-Free card.

I had to go to la laboratoire nationale today to have a test done.  When the line-out-the-door finally advanced, the receptionist smiled politely.  Bonjour, madame, I said.  Bonjour, lak alkd lakjglkjslkd aslkdj?  She asked and held out her hand.  Pardonne??  I replied. Votre lakjglkjslkd aslkdj.  She repeated.  I stared blankly (my trademark look since I moved to France) . . . she spoke louder.  I swallowed my pride and said Je ne . . . parle pas . . . uh . . . bien . . .  BIEN . . . le francais. (I don't . . . speak . . . uh . . . well . . . WELL . . . the French).  She smiled and simply said Votre carte vitale?

01 October 2010

Thank You. You're Welcome.

I love accents. 

I used to mimic them when I was a kid.  I've never been a good singer, but for some reason, I've always had a decent ear for accents.  Lately, I've taken to speaking in French with a thick, thick accent from the southern United States.  It's quite fun actually (Jee pahnse kuuuh je vay parl-aaay come sah toooo-jer).  This of course stemmed from my dear friend S. who loves to speak in English and Spanish with a very, very thick French accent (I zink zat I am goink do zpeak like zis all of zee time).  Yeah, we manage to entertain ourselves.