❝The limits of my language are the limits of my world.❞ ‒ Ludwig Wittgenstein

So I thought it just about time to discuss my actual academic situation within Paris. I’ve been pretty vague and non-specific about my program within the Sorbonne, so I’ll go into details.

The program I’m doing with La Sorbonne is called Cours de Civilisation Française de la Sorbonne, an international student program with classes entirely and solely in French. Wikipedia does an excellent job of explaining what this program entitles:

French language classes (grammar, conjugation, spelling, vocabulary, approach to literary texts, written and oral expression), with each class 2 hours, per day every day for the semester;
phonetics with language laboratory (expression, pronunciation and understanding exercises) 1 hour per week day, scheduled every other week;
French civilisation taught in lectures or in small groups, with each lecture 2 hours long, once per week
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cours_de_Civilisation_Fran%C3%A7aise_de_la_Sorbonne)

The levels one can be placed into for language/phonetics classes are as follows: Beginning, Elementary, Intermediate 1, Intermediate 2, Advanced, and Superior. I’ve been taking 8 years of French, but to be frank, there’s been enough gaps in my studies and “getting by” in my learning of French grammar. So, I was placed into the Intermediate 1 level. Although at first I thought it was far too easy and unchallenging for me, I realized a few things over the course of 3 or so classes:

  1. I really needed a grammar review! For the first few weeks, I knew I would cruise by, but the learning and relearning of basic/advanced grammar rules is how one solidifies their knowledge of  a language. I am here to truly learn and cultivate my French speaking skills. I’m sure I could fare just as well in Int 2 and even Advanced, and many of the people in my program have moved up, but I feel as if I am at an advantage. This essential grammar review will remove common grammar errors in both my French writing and speaking. That’s truly what I need from this class.
  2. My professor is honestly wonderful: so sweet, explains everything in great precision and detail, and is friendly with everyone in the class. On top of that, the class itself is such a great group of people. We all get along superbly well (this never happens) and I’ve met quite a few wonderful people that I’ve been spending time with outside of class.
  3. I’m taking 4 lectures in addition to my 2 hours of language daily and 1 hour of phonetics (that totals up to 8 hours of lectures per week), so maybe I don’t need to kill myself with even more work.
  4. Now, if I were to move up, I would be more challenged, yes, but I also might end up with a horrible teacher and/or classmates I couldn’t connect with. I would also increase my workload by 50%. Did I really need those kinds of stressors during my study abroad experience?
  5. I’m a sophomore in undergrad. I have plenty of time for advanced French classes.

So, after mentally arguing with myself for another class, I decided to stay in that level. And I’m glad I did! We’ve had two tests thus far that have gone really well for me. I’ve also learned some essential nuances in common elements of grammar I would have never known, if not for the class and especially my professor.

Phonetics is very interesting. I’m in a class with all Americans (they base your phonetics classes off your accent and country of origin). It’s a very different way of thinking and I enjoy it quite a bit. For the first half hour of each class, we’re in a phonetics lab with a headset on, repeating after what the professor says and listening to ourselves pronounce french words/phrases. She’ll correct us from time to time by listening in on our recordings. The second half of the class is within the classroom, where we learn about the specific terminology and reasoning behind French pronunciation. I really wish I had a class like this when I first began taking French, because learning the rules of pronunciation, especially in French, has truly helped my accent and French speaking skills.

The French civilisation lecture courses I’ve chosen are (translated into English):

  1. French cinema, literature, and society
  2. History of French art
  3. Poetry and song
  4. Paris (a history)

I won’t get into detail about each and every aspect of these classes, but I will tell you about the professors and class structure itself.

All my professors, and this is especially true for my History of French art and Paris professors, are brilliant. They’re the kind of professors you dream up when you’re in high school, anxious to go to college to have your mind molded by 60-something men and women who have lived, learned, and experienced their field to the point of ingenuity. Don’t get me wrong, I have had the most inspiring and amazing professors at Pitt, too, and maybe this is the rose-colored-glasses/I’m-in-Paris! syndrome talking, but I am so extremely pleased and in awe of the professors of my classes for this semester. I know I’m going to learn so much. Each professor hands out pages of notes at the beginning of each class and makes references to the page throughout the 2-hour lecture, where they discuss different topics, show slides for reference, play music/movies, and make relevant jokes throughout the course of the class.

To gauge the attention of 100-something students in a lecture hall for 2 hours is quite the task, but my professors do it with style. And elegance. One of my professors wore a cravate – need I go on?

Now, as I mentioned before, every class in taught in French and only in French, so after two lectures, side by side, I am mentally exhausted. I wholeheartedly understand everything being told to us in class, but I do have to concentrate and focus with every bit of my attention to make sure I am understanding what the professors are trying to tell me.

Luckily, they do recognize that they are teaching international students from all points of the world, so they often stop and explain a word they know we will not recognize – and they explain in French! This is marvelous, and it’s truly done wonders for my speaking skills. I was extremely guilty of asking “Comment dit-on blahblah en français?” orBlahblah, c’est quoi en français?” instead of trying to explain the word I meant. This made it far too easy for me to rely on my teacher or classmates to simply tell me the word, just so I could forget it five seconds later. Now, I am forced (and thank goodness I am) to explain what word I’m trying to iterate. It’s difficult but so, so good for my language learning.

As for grades: In my language class, we have one test per week, and at the end of the term all these weekly test grades add up to 50%. We also have a final exam in my language class, as well as class participation/grammar/vocabulary as part of our grade. I’m forgetting the specific test schedule for phonetics, but we have several tests throughout the term (we have our first on March 12), as well as a final oral exam. For these classes, we can track our grades throughout the semester. For lectures, it works slightly differently. We sit in through approximately 10-12 lectures, and at the end of the term, we take a test. That’s that: the final grade we have determines our grade in the class. A slightly intimidating thought, but when I remember that all these classes only count for transfer credit, I feel slightly more relieved.

Oh! I’m also auditing a class on the history of Versailles on Fridays. But, since I’m going to be travelling many weekends and leaving around 13h00 (I’m finally on European time!), I’m missing more lectures than I’d like to say. So, I will attend when I am in town for the weekend and sit in and enjoy myself.

I must run to class. More posts coming soon on:

  1. Study abroad probs ft. Danielle Levsky
  2. Balancing talking to people from home and talking to people in Paris
  3. Meeting Parisians/people from other countries and trying to speak in French plupart de temps

Ciao!

-Danielle Levsky

Sous le ciel de Paris

I’m sitting in my apartment doing what I believe are some of the most cliche study abroad/Parisian visitor things to do: sauteeing mushrooms and boiling potatoes to later add on Camembert on them for dinner, listening to a French Accordion Music playlist on youtube, and researching flights/train rides for weekend visits to other European locations.

But hear me now: I am a walking (sitting?) cliche and I am proud!

I realized this recently. Earlier in the day, I was rushing to and from metro to get to my Sorbonne classes and to buy a carte jeune for traveling on the SNCF trains. I hung about the train station for another 30 or so minutes, eating my packed lunch and perusing through Mango. Finally, I got home, checked some emails, called some people back home, and by the time I started pulling out my cooking supplies  my roommates had left the apartment. I was alone, it was peaceful. It happened when I sprinkled some herbes de provence on my olive oil smothered mushrooms. An instrumental-accordion version of La Vie en Rose played in the background.

“Wow,” I thought to myself, “I’m going to be living in Paris for four months.”

This realization never ceases to amaze me. This isn’t the first time it’s happened. The first time was just three days after my arrival, and my reaction to the thought occurred in this order: elation, nausea, sobbing, anger, sadness, elation again, nervousness. I basically turned into a bipolar pregnant woman for the first five days of studying abroad. Luckily, the worrying and weirdness subsided when I found some good friends to be around within my program and within my classes.

This realization was different: it was an exhilarating but calming feeling, shocking but joyous. I’m having this wonderful experience for the next four months, and, thanks to the generosity of my amazing parents, not just in Paris. I get to travel around Europe with friends and family while being a temporary resident in Paris and having a Sorbonne student ID. This entire journey, I just know, is going to be part cliche but part enlightening. What better way to grow up and truly become independent by living/travelling on your own in a foreign country?

The cliche I’ve created for myself that I’m most fond of occurs just before my classes. I chose the time frame 8 am – 10 am for my morning language class. At first, getting up at 6:30 am to be out the door by 7:25 am seemed like a terrible mistake. But, in the past few days, I’ve come around. I enjoy it so much now. Maybe it’s drinking my black coffee while looking outside my kitchen window and staring at the vine-crawling apartment complex, watching other French families get ready for work. Or maybe it’s leaving my apartment to the cerulean sky, watching the town wake up. I steal glances at our closest chocolaterie as the sweet lady inside prepares her pastries and baked goods in the dark. Perhaps it’s riding the metro, all the smelly parts aside, because there’s plenty of space for everyone and the morning crowd is quiet. I, and about 30% of the other metro riders, read as we travel to work and/or school.

But really, I know what it is. Coming out of the metro, approaching Montparnasse, the sky lights up before me. I walk down the street and stare at the tree park that divides the street into two. Today, it was lightly snowing. Paris is so pretty when it snows.

There are good and bad parts to living in Paris. I can complain all day like a true parisienne about the weather, the people, the metro, the streets, the prices, and I probably do, but my eyes are beaming and my mouth  is sprawled into a big smile when I’m sputtering those hot words. In Paris, the good parts are really, truly good.

My potatoes are boiling! A-bientot.

– Danielle

I made dinner for my friend and myself! Baguette with butter and salami; greens salad with olive oil, lemon; potatoes and mushroom mix; Remy champagne. I’m going to make an excellent housewife someday when I can’t find a job as a journalist/English professor. *quiet sobs*

These are a few of my favorite things

As of now, these have been my 3 favorite, personal moments in this city.

1. Parisian Streets at Night
As I mentioned in my last post, one of my good friends who is living in another city in France came to visit me for the weekend. Friday night, we made a 20-30 minute trek back to my apartment and his bnb weekend stay. As we walked back, zig zagging through the narrow streets and hopping over puddles that were evidently not water, we talked French politics, French culture, and how Paris itself is a double edged sword. A few times some drunken passerbys yelled to us and a few boys harassed us for cigarettes but we walked on. I realized in that walk that even though the harassers were annoying and the puddles were really disgusting, I still felt so happy and so thrilled to be walking down the streets of Paris when the entire city seemed to be sleeping. When it was just my friend and I, it was so incredibly peaceful and beautiful, with the whites of buildings and the elaborate and elegant buildings greeting us every step of the way home.

2. Sitting at a cafe and reading for hours
I got out of my language class at 10 am this morning searching for a cafe to read in. One of the things on my Bucket List was to sit in a cafe, order a coffee, and just read for hours. I sort of accomplished that today. So far, we’ve only had our language classes. Starting Friday, I will have my phonetics class 1 hour per weekday, every other week, and four lectures that meet once a week. I also think I might be auditing a class on the history of Versailles, but more on that later. Anyway, the cafe with the cheapest coffee in the area (2,30 I believe) was ironically named Odessa Cafe. I walked inside on this chilly morning, ordered a cafe noisette, and proceeded to read Lolita* until 12:30 pm. Servers, customers, music, and life continued outside my little book world. I remember thinking to myself that though I was reading a book in English, I was completely immersed by Parisiennes speaking, la musique parisienne, et la culture parisienne. A lot better than a Dove moment, this was my little Parisian moment.

* You may ask why Lolita, of all books to start reading in Paris? Well, funny enough, parts of Lolita are set in Paris. In addition, my boyfriend and I are super nerdy sometimes (all the time) and we’re reading this book together then discussing it later. I know the gist of this story, but it’s just interesting to read such a controversial, well-written, and shocking book with your love and see their perspective on it.

3. Meeting Paris’ Inhabitants
I made it a mission of mine before I left to study abroad to meet foreigners–not necessarily Parisians though that’d be nice–while I studied abroad. I’ve actually had a lot of success with this. I started off by meeting a Lithuanian guy who noticed a Russian tint on my French speaking accent (I had no idea I had one lol) and we got along really well. Then, with my friend Sofia whom I met in my language class, I spoke and caught on with a French Canadian man who led us to the FreeMobile boutique shop when we were hopelessly lost in the rain. Next, we talked to a Parisian businessman in a cafe in front of Notre Dame. We switched between speaking in French and English and got some interesting views on his politics. When her and I split ways, I went to meet my friend and had to wait outside for her to come down from her apartment. I gathered up the hutzpa to start up conversation with a French woman who was smoking a cigarette by a doorway. Her and I briefly spoke in French to one another; I learned that she was a doctor in Paris and had just gotten her license. It was pretty exciting to know that I was able to maintain a conversation with her. At my Phonetics placement exam I talked with a guy from Georgia about Russia, growing up in Georgia, etc. But, my favorite moment in meeting international kids was when Zach, Sofia, and I went to an art gallery opening exhibition, where we met a bunch of students (one from Czech, one from China, one from Netherlands) and talked to them all in French. There was this amazing point in the conversation where I thought to myself, “Oh my gosh, I’m speaking in French. And I just keep going. And I know everything that everyone is saying. And I get it. And they understand me, and I can explain myself.” It was a glorious moment, to realize that only a few years ago I was staring blankly into my high school French teacher’s eyes when she spoke at me.

Next posts will cover these subjects:

  1. Study abroad probs ft. Danielle Levsky
  2. Classes at La Sorbonne – History of La Sorbonne – Why I’m going to be x10000 thankful for the rest of my life for even being a part of a Sorbonne program
  3. Balancing talking to people from home and talking to people in Paris

-Danielle