![]() ![]() ![]() The first day of class was nerve-racking because I knew I’d be expected to perform. ![]() As an added discomfort, they were all young, attractive, and well-dressed, causing me to feel not unlike Pa Kettle trapped backstage after a fashion show. Some accents were better than others, but the students exhibited an ease and confidence that I found intimidating. Regardless of their nationalities, everyone spoke what sounded to me like excellent French. ![]() Vacations were recounted, and questions were raised concerning mutual friends with names like Kang and Vlatnya. My school is an easy ten-minute walk from my apartment, and on the first day of class I arrived early, watching as the returning students greeted one another in the school lobby. I’ve moved to Paris with hopes of learning the language. Me Talk Pretty One Day – By David SedarisĪt the age of forty-one, I am returning to school and have to think of myself as what my French textbook calls “a true debutant.” After paying my tuition, I was issued a student ID, which allows me a discounted entry fee at movie theaters, puppet shows, and Festyland, a far-flung amusement park that advertises with billboards picturing a cartoon stegosaurus sitting in a canoe and eating what appears to be a ham sandwich. ![]()
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