This post is so everyone can appreciate my new celebrity status in Verdun. Everywhere I go I am constantly chased by paprazzi, stares, whispers – “c’est l’américaine!!”. People leave glitter, candy, and flowers by my doorstep. I was recognized by the eveque of Verdun (bishop of Verdun) in a formal ceremony, and next week there will be a statue created in my exact likeliness. This weekend private cars will take me to meet Sarkozy, and there has been talk of reinstating the monarchy so I can become France’s next queen. I’m kind of a big deal.
You don’t believe me? Ask my students, who I can honestly say think I am the hottest thing since sliced baguette. I live in centre ville? C’est cool, ca. I drink skim milk? C’est top. (note usage of English to be trendy and impressive).
I have assembled a list of questions that my students have asked me during the past few weeks, which will give you a small idea of my popularity.
– Do you have palm trees in your backyard?
– Why do you speak French so well? (hysterical, roaring, nearly uncontrollable laughter followed from me)
– Are you a real American??
– Do you have any children?
– Do you have Facebook?
– Do you have a boyfriend?
– Did you walk to France? Do you walk back and forth from Philadelphia to Verdun every night?
– How do you say “je t’aime” in English? Me: I love you. (awkward pause). I love you Ms. Brenna!
– Do you live in Miami bitch? (intention: Miami beach)
– Do you like fast food?
– How are you going to teach us English if you speak American?
This lifestyle can be tiring, so be sure to send warm wishes and chocolates to me at firstname.lastname@example.org or by leaving a comment!