Anglophonia

My, oh my, it's been far too long since my last past. My apologies. A dec amount of things have transpired in the past week. Hmmmm. Let us see.

Last Sunday, I went to church, and it was AWESOME. The worship songs that we sang were wonderful. And the pastor was gone, but a different man spoke. He talked about those things which we dream of. And he asked if these things align with what God wants. It was very thought-provoking for me, and I understood it all. Which I was suspicious of. Generally, I don't understand the majority of the sermon. The pastor speaks so quickly! Then, near the end of the sermon, the man said something involving the number three. And he put up three fingers: the index, the middle, and the ring. Now, this isn't unusual for us. However. The French don't do this. When counting on their fingers, they form the three with the thumb, the index, and the middle. This guy obviously wasn't French. That's why I could understand everything he said. I asked me French friends later, and they agreed with me, though they did say that he spoke perfectly and had a wonderful accent. He'd obviously lived in France for a long time. I was still slightly disappointed, though.

I was slightly scolded by two different professors this week as well. They both scolded me for not talking enough. Now, I normally don't talk much in class in the States. I'm not one to answer a lot of questions even if I know the answer. I just don't do it. But I spoke some this week in class when Madame Gardiers and Madame Bert asked me questions. And after I spoke, they asked why I don't do so more often. They both said I speak very well. It was a nice confidence booster :)

Also, two people in my class (one from Russia and one from Venezuela) asked me why I speak better than the other Americans in my class. I found this kind of funny. In my class (I'm with the same people all day, everyday), there are two groups of people: the English speakers and the non-English speakers. The English speakers include Americans, Irish, Icelanders, Norwegians, and a French-Ecuadorian. They speak English together all the time. Then you have the non-English speakers: a Brazilian, a Venezuelan, a Russian, two Japanese, and a Chinese. They speak French with each other. At first, I kind of floated between the two groups. The English speakers all go out and drink together every night. Not my style. So I kind of stopped spending time with them. Oops. Anyway, I like the non-English speakers. They're a lot of fun. Besides, I didn't come here to speak English.

Why did I come here? Because France is in need of laborers. That's why. And on that note, I've decided I'm staying for summer project. So I'm gonna be in France until July 2. Crazy, huh? But I'm so excited! God is moving here. And I'm so blessed to be a part of it. For sure. Be praying for us? And for my upcoming support raising? Thanks :)

Love.