
I miss it there sometimes. It's hard when Atlanta is such a great city, but it happens. Like tonight, when my great roommate Aisha called me. What a great perk for my day! That also makes twice today I've gotten to speak French. When was the first time? Well, I went to take some memory book pictures of my mom's class today, and one of her 3-year-old's family is from Ghana. The little boy was absolutely adorable and wouldn't let go of me all day. He was soft-spoken as it was, and I didn't know if he knew any French, so I didn't push him further than getting him to paint a water color with me. Though, when his mom picked him, she immediately asked my mom if I was her daughter. They all knew I had been living in France, and had kept up a little through some stories. Atem, the little guy, wanted me to put him in the car. His mom turned around, smiled, and said, "Salut! Ca va?"
I was surprised at first, but she was very nice and we chatted. It felt like normal for a little while, and I did accidently turn towards my mom to ask her something in French instead of English-oops! I still get nervous to talk to the natives, though. That is the one nice thing about my roommates-though they were European and spoke better French than me, it was a second language for all of us. Actually, it was a third language for all of them--when we didn't know how to say something in French we reverted to English. Why did language get taken out of elementary schools again?
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