french is my only class of the day.
it's at 9am.
it's not the easiest to get up and go in the dark, rainy months of Paris.
but i'm a committed student ;)
this thursday, got up, out of coffee, must settle for the gross machine 0,50€ espresso at school.
espresso machine, broken.
go to french with my water bottle, tired and hungry.
this is gonna be a lonnnnng hour and a half.
my teacher is excellent and tries to teach us in all different ways.
today we are learning french history and reading aloud.
one person, one sentence.
things like: mayotte (an island) made an alliance with france to not become madagascar, etc.
zoned out to the max.
'Tannia- s'il vous plaît'
(frantically trying to find the spot on the page).
"what-." i look up at him.
'....s'il vous plaît...'
THIS was my sentence(s):
"Une ordonnance royale de 1846 y a aboli l'esclavage. La France n'a étabil son protectorat sur les autres îles qu'environ un demisiècle plus tard (de 1886 à 1892), constituant un peu plus tard la colonie de "Mayotte et dépendances" rattachée par la loi du 25 juillet 1912 à Madagascar, alors colonie française."
longest, most complicated sentence, in the history of the world.
the dates. aren't like back home- 1892 for example.
1892: eighteen ninety-two
in french: un mil huit quatre-vingt-douze
(which sounds like: un mill wheat cat vaughn dooze)
which translated is: 1 million, eight, four times twenty plus twelve
their 90 is not one word: ninety, it's math: twenty four times plus ten
everything after the number 50 is actually, and with no rhyme or reason, each its own complicated math puzzle.
ok- i'm lucky if i get the regular numbers right, i'm now adding, multiplying, recalling the entire 1-100 grid and hitting up the millions.
or a nap.
i got both after class.