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I went to the art department yesterday. I wanted to post my day in pictures but photobucket in not cooperating. Maybe later it will see reason. Anyway, I went to the secretary's office which happens to be at the other end of the art gallery- so one has to go through the gallery, see? There was a show of grotesque people and animals on display. That's not unusual. When I was a student there, I had to participate in a project called "the Exquisite Corpse" which was, in fact, only a sketch made of a woman by different artists working from different angles (one person drew her head then folded the paper to hide what they had drawn and hands it to someone on the other side of the model, and so all around her in not particular order). The result is a grotesque.
Anyway, the door to her office was open and I could see a student kneeling on the floor in front of her desk in the attitude of supplication. I got signed in to the courses I need... And I took pictures of notices on the boards. I have the opportunity to submit work for display at our local art gallery. The topic is healing through the arts. I'm going to give it a go...
In other news, we now know why Monsieur is so perky. Two classmates of mine went to his office to inquire about the midterm and found a nude photograph there. They assume this is of his wife. o_O It's a woman flying on a beach (on her stomach). There is breast and bum visible. Mama mia! This came to mind when he translated a French sentence as "I love her even though she is a nnnnnnasty girl!" (only in his Parisien accent: "Ah lowv heur even dough sheeez a nnnnnasty gurl!"). What he meant was that she is mean. But it was just very icky after hearing about how he chooses to decorate his office.
Monsieur: What do you say to your dog if he is bad? *points angrily*
Lebanese Girl: Bad dog?
Monsieur: No, no, in the subjunctive! *in French* Why don't you croak!*
Lebanese Girl: *gasp* *in French* To a little dog? People say such things to a dog?
Monsieur: Oui. *in English* Die! Die right now!
Lebanese Girl: Noooooooooo! :(
Monsieur: What do you say if your dog is bad?
Lebanese Girl: I say he's a bad dog and then I take him up and kiss him 'cus he's cute. :(
He also stripped for us at the beginning of class. :O
Monsieur: I remove... my jacket. And I remove... my cravat... and the shirt stays.
And the rest, thankfully- and the cravat stayed. You know, his shirt is poofy? I noticed when he rolled up his sleeves. He asked us some questions also about Catholic imagery and muttered: "You are all true pagans" when we didn't get it right away. Our American text book is also bizarre. We had to finish a sentence in French which reads: "You are too fat, madame..." I mention its being American because the vast majority of French textbooks are American and I hear that most are bizarre and irritate French profs here. The subjects in each chapter of this one seem random: all have a section on ghetto French, topics of readings include: working as a beach cleaner, the holocaust, hockey shirts, children singing, getting married, having a boyfriend get a girl pregnant before he goes to sea and then writes letters back to his girlfriend whose father is annoyed by it all. See? Tres random.
Skeery, skeery French program. :(
-Sophie
Anyway, the door to her office was open and I could see a student kneeling on the floor in front of her desk in the attitude of supplication. I got signed in to the courses I need... And I took pictures of notices on the boards. I have the opportunity to submit work for display at our local art gallery. The topic is healing through the arts. I'm going to give it a go...
In other news, we now know why Monsieur is so perky. Two classmates of mine went to his office to inquire about the midterm and found a nude photograph there. They assume this is of his wife. o_O It's a woman flying on a beach (on her stomach). There is breast and bum visible. Mama mia! This came to mind when he translated a French sentence as "I love her even though she is a nnnnnnasty girl!" (only in his Parisien accent: "Ah lowv heur even dough sheeez a nnnnnasty gurl!"). What he meant was that she is mean. But it was just very icky after hearing about how he chooses to decorate his office.
Monsieur: What do you say to your dog if he is bad? *points angrily*
Lebanese Girl: Bad dog?
Monsieur: No, no, in the subjunctive! *in French* Why don't you croak!*
Lebanese Girl: *gasp* *in French* To a little dog? People say such things to a dog?
Monsieur: Oui. *in English* Die! Die right now!
Lebanese Girl: Noooooooooo! :(
Monsieur: What do you say if your dog is bad?
Lebanese Girl: I say he's a bad dog and then I take him up and kiss him 'cus he's cute. :(
He also stripped for us at the beginning of class. :O
Monsieur: I remove... my jacket. And I remove... my cravat... and the shirt stays.
And the rest, thankfully- and the cravat stayed. You know, his shirt is poofy? I noticed when he rolled up his sleeves. He asked us some questions also about Catholic imagery and muttered: "You are all true pagans" when we didn't get it right away. Our American text book is also bizarre. We had to finish a sentence in French which reads: "You are too fat, madame..." I mention its being American because the vast majority of French textbooks are American and I hear that most are bizarre and irritate French profs here. The subjects in each chapter of this one seem random: all have a section on ghetto French, topics of readings include: working as a beach cleaner, the holocaust, hockey shirts, children singing, getting married, having a boyfriend get a girl pregnant before he goes to sea and then writes letters back to his girlfriend whose father is annoyed by it all. See? Tres random.
Skeery, skeery French program. :(
-Sophie
