“Fuck” sounds like Fük or “Foook” if said by a sixteen year old French exchange student.
Last year I exclaimed, “never again,” but I’ve come to realize that no one ever really listens to me, so here we are, one more time committed to scholastic international relations. We have a French exchange student staying with us for two and a half weeks.
It’s not that I don’t like the students that come to visit, although our last one said “fuck” or “foook” all the time. Yeah, that kid was a little rebel rouser as my grandfather used to say.
Our current student is actually great. He’s a year younger and it’s his first time in the United States. He’s curious, he asks questions, and tells us about the differences in Parisian culture. He’s away from his family, living in a house he’s never been to, and we speak a completely different language. It takes a certain kind of bravery to push past what you know, what’s comfortable, and to have that at fifteen is really brilliant.
I’ve said it before, languages are fascinating, like keys to unknown places, experiences and people. Language differences make you work, and even though it is exhausting some times to make conversation, or figure out if he likes anything we are feeding him for breakfast, I’m glad we did it. I will not be sharing that with Michael though because that would make him right and I’ve had enough of that.
We will be in Paris at the end of March and the tables will be turned. I love, love, love being in a foreign city, being the outsider. There’s something so freeing about not fitting in.
Oh, and I keep asking him to say Marion Cotillard’s name with his accent because everything, I mean everything, sounds better in French. Well, maybe not foook, our version has more punch.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Bonsoir.
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I agree with the languages, my friend is fluent in eight different languages and it is amazing to try and have a conversation in broken spanglisherman.
I know personally that a host family is one of the most essential aspects to an exchange student’s experience abroad. To move to a new country with a new language, family, friend group, culture, ect., does take some bravery, but it takes an equal amount of trust. Sounds like this student from France has placed his trust with a fun, loving family. And yes, it can be amusing hearing people curse in accents. I’m always laughing at my Saudi friends, just like they laugh at me when I attempt Arabic.
So nice to hear from a different perspective. I suppose it is about trust and we do feel a sense of responsibly to share and represent our culture and way of life. It is an experience. Cursing with an Arabic accent…now I bet that’s good fun too. Thank you for reading and your comments.
Je suis happy for you and your upcoming trip! Tres bon! oui, everything sounds better in french:) Our family also had a young student/hockey player from Estonia live with us for 10 months. enchanting experience it was! DA!
10 months!! Oh, now that’s almost super human. Enchanting experience…Hahahahaha.
It’s even funnier when a Dane says it. It’s just too cute, in a weirdly way.
No matter where I go, I feel like an exchange student.