sixteen-mile walk: marseille in a day

It’s always a bit wild for me to confront the glaring misbeliefs I have carried around, innocent and ignorant and unsuspecting. Why did nobody tell me? I wonder. How was I getting along in this world? I’m particularly prone to misunderstandings in the areas of pronunciation and geography. I read like a fiend, which means that my written vocabulary grows much too quickly for my pronunciation … Continue reading sixteen-mile walk: marseille in a day

the goldfish bowl

Just when I felt pretty comfortable with my role teaching English classes to French primary school children, life (or rather, the French Ministry of Education) handed me something new: a job at a maternelle in les banlieues of Cannes. My new students range from barely three to six years old. The oldest are wonderfully curious, asking questions that inspire future lessons. The youngest struggle to hold pencils and blow … Continue reading the goldfish bowl