Mr. Richardson was my high school french teacher. Truthfully, he was one of many, but he taught me for the longest and he was the best. I still have fond memories of his classes and his requests for “petites histoires.”
Tonight, I gave a short speech in French to the folks who were here for an event at the Priory. I say that Mr. Richardson would be proud, but in actuality, I think that he’d be a little bit disappointed that I needed help with my grammar. And a cheat sheet.
Especially since it was a very short speech.
I said:
“Bonsoir. Je m’appelle Hope (comme espoir). Je viens de Boston et je travail a la Tufts en informatique. Je suis venue pour mettre en route les ordinateurs du Prieure. Je suis musicienne – je chante et je joue de la guitare. Je suis tres contente do vous voir!”
Basically, “Hi. My name is Hope. I have a high school level french education. Please don’t mock me.”
And yet… they liked it!
Anyone who says that the French aren’t lovely people is either dead wrong or a liar.
Did you get to use your OUTRAGEOUS FRENCH ACCENT??? I think anything you said in that instance would be likable. 🙂