just call me Frenchie...

I left my bedroom window open today for half an hour and I’m still finding half-dead bumble bees crawling around my room. No flies, no moths, just bees. Found one stuck under the foot of my tights…I don’t know what stopped me from getting stung. Divine providence, deciding I’m having enough trouble getting around on foot around here without a big swollen foot…

There is one professor, we'll call him Ringo, whoI haven’t mentioned yet. He has longish gray hair where he isn’t bald, some bristly white stubble, a black leather jacket, and a motorcycle.

Ringo likes to use lots of films in his classes. Which he says isn’t strictly legal. In fact, my first day, he told me if I ever wanted to know what wasn’t allowed, I should just watch what he does.

Today his class had to summarize for me, in English, the movie they had most recently been watching—The Graduate. Probably not an easy narrative to relate in a class with a rather flirtatious older teacher (ok, so he flirts mostly with the other teachers. I think, being aware of the American taboo on workplace flirtation, he goes easy on me.) but they did ok. After recovering from the shock I induced when I told him I hadn’t seen it, he played some of it. Man, Mrs. Robinson’s so creepy! I just recently read a book, too, about a twenty-year-old English au pair (why are au pairs almost never positively portrayed? There must be some good au pairs…) who seduces the thirteen year old boy in her household and then gets angry one day and shakes his baby sister and blames it all on him and then he goes mute… on behalf of all the females of the species, I apologize to any guys who may have gone through any of this… not the mutism and framing, the other stuff. That is, being REALLY seduced by an older woman when you’re really not ready for it.

Anyway…

Ringo is starting up an Anglophone theater group for our lycée (that’s French secondary school for those of you learning French, Sweetie. 15-18 ans). Originally he was going to have them play specific scenes from movies. He asked Anastasia and I to be part of it. We both wanted to do plays. He was expecting two or three people to show up for his informational meeting on Friday afternoon. We got 18, and news of more who couldn’t make it that day. More than he’d been bargaining for, and more than can be kept occupied with a few select scenes, even with all three of us involved. So his current thought is to adapt Grease. We shall see... All those greasers and teenybopper poodle skirt girls with French accents…sounds like fun

also: does someone want to tell me how I can connect to your blogs? put up a link or something? and can i do something with someone on LJ too or no?