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When you see the metro doors closing, you’re like…
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Crasseux(-euse) (adj): grimy.
So my 17-yr-old host sister Anna and I are reading an article from the New York Times to practice our English/French, and Anna asks me what the word “grimy” means. Of course I decide to do this English lesson sans dictionnaire because I think that I am the master of all things French, and I say “Oh, grimy, ça veut dire grumeaux.” I go on to use les doigts (fingers) grumeaux as an example. Turns out grumeaux means lumps (plein de grumeaux means lumpy), so really I used lumpy fingers as an example, and crasseux means grimy, which is confusing to an American speaker because don’t grumeaux and grimy sound like presque the same mot?! And where does crasseux come from??
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Last weekend, I went on my last European excursion before returning aux états-unis, and I couldn’t be happier that it was to Germany. The main purpose of the trip was to visit two of my best friends from high school, Rebecca and Alberto, but getting to explore Germany was just an added bonus!
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As somewhere I go presque everyday, I feel like my first post about la Sorbonne didn’t do my experience justice. From the overcrowding to the language barrier, everyday is a new adventure strugfest…
I’ve always felt like I could relate to Buddy the Elf.
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It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
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I know it’s wrong to skip class, but Janis said we were friends I really needed a personal health day to explore Paris!
Paris is full of beaux endroits. Think the Luxembourg Gardens, the Tuileries, the Eiffel Tower. So naturally, my friends and I wound up at the Bois de Boulogne, aka Prostitution Park.
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So here’s the thing- I’ve always kind of considered myself a performer. You know, just waiting for my big break. Back in the day, I was always in dance recitals, school plays, a few piano concerts, the occasional Shakespeare recitation, and, okay, I’m just gonna throw it out there, I have a few pieces prepared that I can perform on the spot, just in case I meet a casting director in an airport or something. I can see it now… “Now boarding all passengers in rows–” “Don’t mind her! Act 1, scene 3, The Merchant of Venice. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft in the Rialto…”
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MDR: the French version of LOL. It stands for mort de rire, which means “death of laughter.” Cute, non? Though I was recently told (by an actual French person!) that the French do know and use LOL and that quelques français even SAY “lol” (not “L-O-L,” literally “lol”). lol.
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