Le français oskyois
Since my return from France I’ve adopted some awesome things that make me more special than all the other students at my university, and basically one of a very few people in the world as well. And what am I talking about? Prepare yourself if you are franophone, to be blown away and to be shocked with what you are about to hear!
This is my method of counting…
1 un
2 deux
3 trois
4 quatre
5 cinq
6 six
7 sept
8 huit
9 neuf
10 dix
11 onze
12 douze
13 treize
14 quatorze
15 quinze
16 seize
17 dix-sept
18 dix-huit
19 dix-neuf
20 vingt
21 vingt et un
22 vingt-deux
23 vingt-trois
24 vingt-quatre
25 vingt-cinq
26 vingt-six
27 vingt-sept
28 vingt-huit
29 vingt-neuf
30 trente
31 trente et un
32 trente-deux
33 trente-trois
34 trente-quatre
35 trente-cinq
36 trente-six
37 trente-sept
38 trente-huit
39 trente-neuf
40 quarante
41 quarante et un
42 quarante-deux
43 quarante-trois
44 quarante-quatre
45 quarante-cinq
46 quarante-six
47 quarante-sept
48 quarante-huit
49 quarante-neuf
50 cinquante
51 cinquante et un
52 cinquente-deux
53 cinquente-trois
54 cinquente-quatre
55 cinquente-cinque
56 cinquente-six
57 cinquente-sept
58 cinquente-huit
59 cinquente-neuf
60 soixante
61 soixante et un
62 soixante-deux
63 soixante-trois
64 soixante-quatre
65 soixante-cinq
66 soixante-six
67 soixante-sept
68 soixante-huit
69 soixante-neuf
70 septante
71 septante et un
72 septante-deux
73 septante-trois
74 septante-quatre
75 septante-cinq
76 septante-six
77 septante-sept
78 septante-huit
79 septante-neuf
80 octante
81 octante et un
82 octante-deux
83 octante-trois
84 octante-quatre
85 octante-cinq
86 octante-six
87 octante-sept
88 octante-huit
89 octante-neuf
90 nonante
91 nonante et un
92 nonante-deux
93 nonante-trois
94 nonante-quatre
95 nonante-cinq
96 nonante-six
97 nonante-sept
98 nonante-huit
99 nonante-neuf
100 cent
Notice well the francophones who now cringe to hear these archaïc words septante, octante, nonante which I’ve adapted and absolute love. It’s just further reason for me to want to learn Latin, and make my reason for this change even more valid. Bwhaha my insanity!
En cours … toujours
So sitting in French class is quite boring and I have frankly nothing to do. We are doing some sort of improvisation exercise where a bunch of students who can’t speak French are struggling to act out a scene with handicaped people. Our ‘leader’ Rachelle is quite the interesting character since she has little to not patience, and therefore she’s having difficulties dealing with the lack of fluency. If she wants to be a teacher she needs to tun off the evil eye and get with the programme quite frankly.
Also she demands complete and utter silence for all the time which is difficult to attain since nobody understands. Madoka, Jules and I all understand perfectly as well as the Spanish woman, Maria. Right now it’s a few people in line acting to try to get something for a tram badge, and it’s quite funny. Really I’m bored, but quite happy that our grammar class was moved ahead by an hour so we have some less time to waste and therefore don’t get out of class at 19.00 like always. It’s a great class with Laure, but quite frankly the time of the class was killer and we all hated it.
As the French would say, Bon Courage à moi! :>
Where to begin?
So to put everything into a nutshell for the last 24 hours: I’ve had a mental and emotional breakdown, and as a result, I can’t sleep, and I have a language exam at 09.00 which is in 4 hours right now. So how did this all begin? Well of course, I am just being naïve little me, talking with my friends online and such, not having a life, because afterall, when have I ever had a life eh?
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Life as a tourguide
So my part time job as a student is to give tours to people who want to come to this university. I like it but it doesn’t pay well. So today I gave the weirdest tour I’ve ever done, and I’ve done a lot.
I arrive, and the people are waiting outside the door so I let them into the meeting room. To be honest, I expecting really odd people because of the programmes that they are in, but I introduced myself to the parents first, then there were a bunch of tours so I tired to guess who was who, and failed miserably. The first guy’s hand that I shook I said: “You’re Thomas?” And he goes “Uhh, no I’m Matt, I’m with Thomas’ family” so I appologize and meet Thomas who stares at me and holds my hand a little longer than comfortable and goes to sit down.
I introduced myself as a student and what I’m involved in, and asked them if they had any questions to start out, and some of the parents did so, and then we got started. So the tour went on, and as I told them about what was going on around campus they just became more and more touchy with me, which really weirded me out since I don’t like people touching me often.
So after I talk about the computer labs and stuff they ask about random stuff, and then got onto telling me their life stories, and about how Thomas and Matt had been boyfriends for 5 years. I didn’t really know what to say to that, since well.. I wasn’t expecting, it so I just nodded and kept talking about random stuff, but to be honest Matt didn’t strike me as someone who’d be Thomas’ boyfriend, because he just seems really normal I guess, where Thomas is very clearly flamboyant; they are like opposites.
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Ascars
Ascars, what are they you ask? Well I will tell you in such an elegant way, since it’s supposed to be an ‘elegant’ evening. Ascars is my universities’ version of the Oscars, so it’s where many band performances are and people get lots of awards like Student of the Year or somehing like that. Well I must say that I’m dissapointed that nobody from my house won anything, but then again I’m not suprised. Withing being bitter at all, I must say that our house executive has done a very poor job at integrating all the new students, and even throwing events that people come out to due to the fact that the social chairs only do events that they would like; how sad!
Anyways, ‘House of the Year’ went to Windsor, which is not suprising at all considering their executive is amazing and they have the most fun. It’s funny, because I debated to live there next year, but since I wanted a single room I came back here.. I don’t think I could have standed a double room again this year! Anyways, so everyone was dressed up and went to the largest hall for anything in the East Coast, Marjorie Young Bell Convocation Hall, which seats about 3’000 or so. The venue is really a wonderful place to see as the entrance is made in marble completely, with a fountain of some sort of mythical characters who are pracing and froliking around.
So everyone in semi-formal attire, naturally afterwards everyone got really really drunk or something, and were loud while I decided to keep quiet and do some work in my room. I have a presentation to do on Monday for music history, as well as some French grammar, and some assignments that will be due in 2 weeks (even after classes are done)! Oh well I can handle it, I think 8|
Oh and as a side note, why are people so loud, even when they aren’t playing music? Music I can handle, but yelling and screaming swear-words and such is un-necessary! I had half a brain to go out there and scold them in Swedish telling them to grow up or something; but I know they would have laughed and carried on anyways. And so I watched a movie about a place in the U.S.A. where they have these special turtles, and a whole bunch of the characters are all inter-related due to adoptions. It’s really quite a thought-provoking movie, but sad becasue at the end, the secondary character who has been wandering the U.S.A. since he was 17, died of HIV, and his adoption mother or birth mother never got to see him before it happend, since he denied medication. Really very sad, and kept me awake in bed for awhile before I fell alseep.
I consider myself an emphetic person, but honestly I could never deal with something like that I think, or even try to understand since I’ve never been in a position where I could die at any moment. Hmm, some things to ponder clearly!
Ahh so I’m off to go teach a 2hr lesson of yoga at the gym like always. Maybe the class will be less than 30 students today :roll:, yeah right I wish! I’ll write more later after I return some DVDs to the rental store in town.