It was the teacher's birthday today.
Throughout all those introductory drills we repeated over our initial weeks of class (e.g., "What is your name? What is your address? How old are you?") our grammar instructor Madame G. never once revealed her age. However, she did let the month and date slip in passing conversation earlier in the week. One of my classmates recalled that point yesterday; we students decided to throw our teacher a surprise party in class on her birthday this morning.
We confided our scheme in Madame É., our other and less rigorous instructor. Madame É. is a grad student who immerses us in French language by leading afternoon activities such as memory games, skits, bingo, "I Spy", and treasure hunts throughout the building. She was happy to collude along with us by finding a scratchy YouTube clip of people singing "Joyeux Anniversaire" at the end of yesterday's session.
Madame G. and Madame É.
Blow out Candles
Language Classmates Represent
Philippines, Peru, Iraq, and USA
Even before today's collaborative effort to come together and celebrate it was clear what good energy the group of students in our class shares. Everybody gets along regardless of ability in French. There's frequent laughter throughout the day and a clear ease with the sessions, despite that they run for six hours everyday.
Free French is fun!