My
schedule will change after Christmas, but right now I am working with
ten classes. Two of them are sécondes, which are roughly the
equivalent of American sophomores; they're all fifteen or sixteen,
and this is their first year of high school. They are shy and
bright-eyed and braces-wearing and make me feel old, because
even though sixteen does not feel that long ago for me, they seem SO
young. But they're my favorites, because they're so polite and
energetic and enthusiastic about learning. The rest of my classes are
BTS, which is, as far as I've figured out, a two-year,
post-high-school professional degree program; they are studying
things like electronics and combustion engines and product design,
and they are anywhere from eighteen to older than me. Most seem to be
around nineteen or twenty, but I stopped asking them to tell me how
old they are after finding several who are my age and at least one
who's twenty-three already. They are overall less interested in
English, but there are at least a few in every class who do want to
improve and who try very hard and at least a couple of classes that
seem legitimately motivated. I've been struck by how little
difference there is in level between the sécondes and the BTS
students; my responsable explained it to me as a result of two
factors. She thinks that speaking gets emphasized more in middle
school than in high school, so they get here doing well but lose some
of those skills as they progress to higher grades, and also, the BTS
students are required to take English even though many of them don't
want to and don't understand why they need it—plus they're
college-age and just don't want to do any work.
My
job is to get them to talk, which means finding a way to engage them.
Some of the more artistically-oriented programs of study have a lot
of girls, but in some of the more technical/mechanical courses ALL of
the students are boys. Some of them are very nice and polite and both
interesting and interested. Others are big, macho boys who play
sports and ride motorcycles and play violent video games. Not to fall
into gender stereotypes, but their fields of study and their hobbies
are things about which I have very little knowledge—they want to
talk about their cars, and I'm like, “Uh... what color is your car?
Is it big or small? That's great, want to look at these pictures of
historic buildings in my hometown? No? Okay... what else do you like
about your car?” I love boys, I think they're great fun, and a part
of me was really excited about teaching mostly boys, but it's also
going to be a challenge. Many of these particular boys are not like
the boys I've always hung out with—instead, they're the boys I didn't talk
to much when I was in high school myself—and it remains to be seen
how much we have to discuss that's interesting to them but still
within the realm of things I can understand and teach them words for.
The
other challenge with them, and with all my BTS students of all
genders*, will be how to relate to them. Do I try to set myself apart
and be teacher-like, or do I try to act like one of them and be pals?
It's tricky. Part of my job is to be fun; if I try too hard to be
their teacher, they'll hate me. But if I don't try hard enough, they
won't respect me, and that's no good either when half of them don't
want to do any work.
I
suppose “not wanting to work” is relative, though. Almost every
class has asked me outright whether I speak French, and it would be
difficult to pretend not to anyway, since sooner or later most of
them will either hear me speak French to a teacher or at least notice
that I understand a lot of what's going on when the teacher speaks
French to them or vice versa. However, I have yet to have a problem with students trying to speak French to me. Sometimes, they
ask, “How do you say ____ in English?”; in front of the regular teacher I
usually try to let him or her handle it, but if it's just me and the
students, I usually acquiesce, especially with the sécondes, although
I have offered my dictionary to a BTS student on occasion rather than
feed him a word (also a good strategy if I don't know the word
they're asking!). Technically, I'm not supposed to speak anything but
English to them, and had always intended to be strict about that even
if about nothing else, but as long as there's no pretense about my
knowing at least some French, I am willing to translate provided they
ask the question in English. Sometimes when I see the BTS students
outside of class, even off of school grounds, they still speak
English to me, which makes me very proud. (Sécondes tend to just
avoid speaking to me at all outside of class, but maybe we'll get
there.) My two favorite interactions concerning the language barrier
were both boys in BTS. The first was my first day in a classroom, and
went something like this:
Student:
Do you speak French?
Me:
I speak a little French, and I'm hoping to get better. But you have
to speak English to me.
Student:
So we can speak French to you?
Me:
No, there are plenty of French people for me to talk to if I want to
practice French. In here, we speak English.
Student:
Say something in French.
Me:
Je m'appelle Erica.
Student:
Say something longer. With more words.
Teacher:
She has to speak English to you! Drop it!
She
rolled her eyes at me and told me later that he's always going to be
“the cheeky one.” I thought it was great. He wasn't being rude
about it or anything; he just wanted me to prove I could speak
French. He also later became the first student I ran into outside of
school and we had an entire conversation all in English, which he
initiated. I told the teacher about that the next day, but sadly she
did not seem as impressed and proud as I was.
Anyway,
the other was a boy in one of the more difficult classes I'm working
with, who asked about my French and then told me almost immediately
that he doesn't speak English. I said, “Well, you're in an English
class, so you have to speak English to me.” It turns out he speaks
English quite well once he starts talking. He speaks better than he
understands, as a matter of fact, and with most people it's the other way
around. When I caught him translating something for the boy next to
him, I said, “See, you do speak English!” and he said, “No, no,
I speak Italiano.” I laughed.
He later asked me if I'd brought any
girlfriends with me to France.
My
first day in each of the classes I'm working with this term has been
introduction day. I introduce myself briefly, make the students
introduce themselves to me, and then give them free rein to ask me
questions. (The younger classes get a few minutes to think and write
down some questions to ask; the older ones just have to go for it.)
Classes
vary a lot in terms of their level of interest in interrogating me;
sometimes there a lots of questions, and sometimes only a handful of
students speak up while the rest just sit and shake their heads if I
ask if they have anything they want to ask. There does not seem to be
a pattern to this related to the age of the students, to what they're
studying, or to whether the class is mostly boys or mostly girls. The
things they ask are interesting. They all want to know why I'm here,
how long I'll be here, how I like France/Brest/French people/French
food, if I've been to France before, if I speak French, what my
hobbies are. Many want to know what I studied, what my hometown/home
state is like, if I've been to New York (and/or California), what my
favorite movie/book/kind of music is, what 9/11 was like. Sometimes I
get asked about Obama or about DSK**. But some of the questions I
would have thought most obvious don't get asked very often—only one
class has asked about siblings or pets, only a couple about my car***
or whether I can speak any other languages, and less than half about
whether I'm homesick or about how I think living in France is
different from living in America (SUCH a hard question to answer!). I've also gotten surprisingly few
questions about what American high schools are like. I have,
fortunately, not gotten any inappropriate questions, even from older
students, and I've only been asked once whether I have a boyfriend (I
decided not to consider that an inappropriate question as long as
there aren't any
dangerous follow-up questions)--and then it was a girl who asked. I
have been asked a few times about whether I eat hamburgers a lot
(because there's a stereotype that Americans all eat fast food all
the time), and I get “What is your job?” embarrassingly often,
because they don't seem to understand that my job really is just to
sit there talking to them. (I suppose it's possible that at least
sometimes they mean my job in America, but if so, no one has actually
succeeded in asking that yet... and I wouldn't really have an answer
anyway.) Some of the better/more original questions I've gotten have
included “Have you seen any French movies/Do Americans watch a lot
of French movies?”, “Could you see yourself staying in France
forever?”, “Why did you choose Brest?” (I always feel awkward when I have to explain that I didn't), “What is your
favorite part of France (and/or of America)?”, and “What are your
origins?”****
I've now been in the classroom officially for two weeks, so I've met all my classes and started taking the lead in most of them, though there are only a few where the regular teacher lets me take on lessons without supervision. I'm starting to plan real lessons now (my first real lesson without a real teacher present was this morning, in fact), and it's a little intimidating, but also a lot of fun.
On a slightly different note, I was told today that my French has already improved. I replied that I'm just having a good day. If anything, I have a lot of lost ground to regain (from months without French classes and with French classes in which I never spoke if I could avoid it) before I'll be able to acknowledge any real improvement.
*
There's my inner Obie coming out [no pun intended]. I think the actual likelihood of
encountering anyone with a nontraditional gender identity at a French
tech school is exceptionally low. But now that I've thought about it,
I'm curious about how one handles such issues in such a rigidly gendered language...
**
The first time this came up, I was not only embarrassingly
unprepared, but embarrassingly confused. It stands, of course, for
Dominique Strauss-Kahn, but I had never heard him referred to by only
his initials before. The students were understandably shocked when I
had no idea what they were asking about, and an incredibly awkward
explanation ensued, and I'm still not sure how successfully I
conveyed the fact that I had, in fact, heard about the case and was
only confused because of the way they asked.
***
This oversight is interesting to me because they clearly have the
idea that everyone in America drives, and drives a lot, and drives
big cars.
****
This was also initially a confusing question. I'm sure I looked
puzzled, and the teacher said, “She's American, she just told you,”
but he explained [to her] in French that Americans come from all over
and he wanted to know where my people lived originally. Then I was
pretty proud of him for being so insightful, and also pretty proud
that I got to rattle off six countries in response while they all
looked impressed.
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