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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Les souvenirs de Narbonne, Pt. 4: Colleagues and Friends

I was very lucky during my year in Narbonne when it came to my colleagues. I knew this from the very beginning. In the summer, when I found out my placement and emailed Jill, my department chair, I received emails back from her and two other teachers. They were so kind and welcoming, and they put my mind at ease and got me even more excited to arrive; I would have people there who cared about me from the get-go! Once I got there, it only got better. They are so much of what made my year great.

It's been a while since I described the way that the program works and what my work was that year, but I'll sum it up here: I worked as an assistant to the twelve English teachers in our department. They were the real teachers, but for one hour a week, I went to each teacher to assist in some way. (Yes, I worked only twelve hours a week.) I generally pulled small groups of students out to engage them in English conversation. So, I had the privilege of working with twelve different teachers in a foreign education system. As a teacher, this was such a valuable experience: I got to not only witness a completely different school system, but twelve different teaching styles, as well. I'm so thankful to this group of ladies, from whom I learned so much that year. It was such an invaluable opportunity, and I don't take it for granted.

After talking to my friends/fellow assistants throughout the year, I realized that I was actually exceptionally lucky. Not everyone had my same experience. My colleagues were not only professionally considerate (they communicated with me well AND they arranged my schedule so I had Fridays off all year!) but they were genuinely warm and friendly. They invited me to eat lunch with them, to come to dinner at their homes, and even to spend weekends with them. I loved meeting their families and getting even more opportunities to meet people, speak French, and better understand French culture.

a little gift waiting for me when I arrived from Laurence

with Sam and Elina, Cathy's sweet kids

with Violeta (the Spanish assistant) and Edith

Violeta, moi, Edith, Alex, Amandine's husband, Amandine, Dominique, and Robert

Edith and Dominique

important business, the champagne

clockwise, from front center: Leslie, Jill, Sophie, Edith, Amandine, Laure, Cathy, Dominique, et moi at the going away party they gave me before I left (which I'll write about in the post about my final days in Narbonne)

Facebook status April 18, 2013

with Edith on my verrrrry last day in Narbonne

with Cathy and Edith

These twelve ladies accepted me and invited me into their conversations, their lives, and their homes, and I'll always be grateful. I loved our franglais conversations (we all floated back and forth between French and English seamlessly, depending on mood and/or need, and I loved having a group of people with whom I could just speak in whichever language felt natural at the moment). They shared their lives and their culture with me freely, and I learned so much from them. Even though I haven't kept up as much as I'd like to, I do think of them quite often. Un merci the size of Texas to Laurence, Nicole, Sophie, Nathalie, Sandrine, Leslie, Mylène, Laure, Jill, Dominique, Edith, and Cathy for making my year as your assistante d'anglais one that I will never forget.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Prodigal Blogger

I have an announcement: I’m back to the blog. I feel ashamed that I’ve been away for so long, especially since I never finished logging this most epically adventurous year of my life (so far).

The truth is this: I returned back to my life, and my life is an American one. Not just American, but an American #teacherlife. We Americans, we value convenience. We value speed. We value efficiency. We as a society value being busy, and stressed, and overbooked. (WHAT the heck is wrong with us?!) Throw in being a high school teacher with 3 preps (2 of which are solo), which usually involves working 6 days a week at school. (Not to mention almost.every.other.waking.moment.) 

So, just like that, two and a half years have passed. (I just turned 29, y'all. I'm basically 30!) I’ve been busy. Too busy. Often too busy to spend enough time with the people that I love, and I hate that. (Still attempting to find a solution to this problem… please hold.) The good news is that upon my return, I was (obviously) gainfully employed and have had the same job ever since! (Story to follow, because the story of my hiring process from start to finish was straight up ridiculous.)

But it is time. The return was born of several things: the ache in my feet to travel to places they’ve never been, the more easily fulfilled desire to walk down memory lane, the need to write about old adventures and new* before they’re lost in my mind forever, the need to write, period,** and the some serendipitous encouragement of a friend. #shoutout

I will first be finishing “So you think you can France,” which will be a blog unto itself, solely following my year in France. I started some of the writing back then in May 2013, when I was getting ready to return. Some of the writing will be new, and therefore a little tainted or blurred by time. (I wish I'd finished sooner. But alas, here we are.)

I then hope to start a brand-new more general travel blog, which may include some other regular-life musings.

So, to anyone who’s still out there: I’m sorry if I never answered your comments, and that I never finished this blog. But here I am again… a casual two and a half years (un)fashionably late. But read this truth, from my fingers to your face: I’ve missed y’all. I’m glad to be back. Allons-y!


I look like this now. On a good day. Pretty much the same-ish. I hope. Oh I got LASIK! Bought this shirt in France... in 2013. Ha.

my 10 year high school reunion... I told you I got old.

But mostly, I do this. Wear a lanyard and school badge (but not makeup) and go to work. And look exhausted.

À bientôt!
Katy


*I did some traveling in summer 2015 that I need to write about, too!

**Thank you, Amy Poehler, for writing in a very real way that reminded me that writing is a beautiful thing. It’s like your words reached into my brain and coaxed my own out again. Except that I’m not as good as you. But I’m still doing it.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

FAQ, enfin!

A long, long time ago, I started getting questions about living in France and about the TAPIF program and decided to answer them all in one place. Then I traveled for 4 weeks, flew to Texas, and got super busy living my very American life. I finally stopped working everyday just this week, and so here you go. Ta-da! The answers to the excellent questions I received from lots of future TAPIFers. Thank you SO much for posting questions, it feels good to know someone's actually reading this thing! ;) I hope that these help some of you as you prepare for your year in France. (Also, just FYI: I also did a pre-France FAQ back in September, which included questions I was frequently asked before I left for France.)

When it came to choosing your top regions, what pushed you away from Paris?

Personally, I had already spent time (4-5 weeks) in Paris, but really nowhere else in France, and wanted to expand my knowledge of the country. I knew it’d be better for my French to live somewhere else besides Paris (I never heard anyone outside of my students, teachers, or four English-speaking assistant friends speaking English in Narbonne, while you’ll hear English all.the.time in Paris). Also, I’m from Texas. I hate cold weather.

Rationally, BUDGET. You take home around 790/month, regardless of whether you live in Paris or in a small town on the Mediterranean. I recommend choosing Paris if you are independently wealthy OR don’t mind eating lentils for 8 months and/or not traveling at all.


Typically, how much money should a prospective “TAPIFer” save before heading to France? I know that a lot of variables are at play here, but assuming one wanted to travel as frequently as you did, what would you recommend?

Well, you're right that there are a lot of variables at play. I left with about $2,000 to travel and get myself set up. (It was supposed to be more, but then it turns out that my 12-year-old car decided to be THE WORST and suck out a RIDICULOUS amount of my money (way more than $2,000) from me before I left. Poor thing.) How did I travel, then? 

Well, I had a kind of exceptional case in that I was given a free very basic room on my high school campus. There was a list of pros and cons (No kitchen AT ALL? Constantly being surrounded by high school students? No cute little French chez moi?), but in the end I decided I had the rest of my life to have a cute cozy place to live, and eight months to live in Europe. So I took my paychecks and I traveled with them. Well, obviously I lived on them. But I spent a lot of that on traveling.

Even if you don't have a ton of cash or a free place to live, there are still a ton of way to travel cheaply. Think low-cost airlines, hostels or even Couchsurfing, less popular (meaning less crowded but not necessarily less beautiful!) destinations. Even eating grocery store food while you travel rather than eating out. Traveling cheaply can be done!


Did you need your birth certificate translated? / How did you succeed in not getting your birth certificate translated? / Can you tell your sneaky secret of getting your birth certificate approved without the official translation?

Yes, you do need your translated birth certificate (with an apostille on the birth certificate but not on the translation) in order to process your Sécu (social security) paperwork, which gets you your social security number and insurance. 

Okay. So I can't really tell you how I got around the translation thing. I can tell you it involved my own ability to translate (as well as maneuver myself around Microsoft Word in ways most people can't), and a friend with access to some official letterhead to approve it. Basically, if you can do it yourself and make it look REALLY good, you may be able to pull it off.


What about needing your shot record? Translated?

The only time you'd need your shot record is your immigration medical appointment. I had my dad scan/email mine to me the week before my appointment because I freaked out and thought you needed it (because my friend had used hers). So I had mine. However, the doctor just kind of asks you about your shots and looks over it quickly and it's not a big deal. You don't need it translated because it's just dates and all the shots have these medical abbreviations. I know a lot of people who didn't have theirs, no problem.


Did you have to get an international driver’s license to drive the car?

I didn’t actually drive in Europe (I wasn't sure about the validity of my license and I don't know how to drive a stick, lazy American, whoops!), but I’ve heard the following things: 1) You can drive for a certain number of months on your foreign (i.e., not French/EU) license. 2) You can go online and pay a small fee to have your American license made international. I don't have personal experience with either, so if this is serious consideration you have, do a little research and I'm sure you'll find a solution!


Did you bring a cell phone? Laptop? iPad?

I did bring my cell phone (not a smart phone, and locked... I unlocked it later using www.cellunlocker.net but it is a good idea to unlock your phone before you leave the States if you can). I was very glad I had it because I used it with my FreeMobile plan (you'll learn about that later). I also brought my laptop (well, netbook really), which I used while I was home. I also used it to store/backup my photos and to blog. I also brought my Kindle for reading (I LOVE to read but didn't want to waste luggage space (or weight) hauling books over there or back) and for taking on trips when I didn't need my laptop. I am glad I brought all three things and wouldn't change that.


What did you do about your American cell phone number/service plan while you were in France?

Okay, I cheated. No one actually asked me this question, but I'm answering it quand-même. So, if you don't care about keeping your number, obviously you can just cancel your phone line. Or, if you're fine with paying for it for a year, you can just keep paying for it.

If you're like me, who wanted to keep my number (that I'd had for ten years) and not pay for two phone plans for eight months, you can do something called "park" your phone number. You can do this with your cell phone provider (AT&T wanted to charge me something like $10/month for six months, and after six months, they would have kicked the phone line back into active mode, meaning that my regular phone bills would have restarted). Or, you could use an external service, like www.parkmyphone.com, which is what I used. I used the cheapest "deep freeze" plan, which basically just saved my phone number for me while I was gone. It was $3/month and a one-time $15 porting fee. The downside is that it takes about 3 business days to fully get your number up-and-running when you return back to the States, but hey, it was worth it to me. Just make sure you keep up with your email correspondence with your parking service so that you can bring it to your cell service provider upon arrival in the States.


What did you take with you? Clothes of course, but… Sheets? Towels?

I didn’t take sheets or towels with me; that takes up very valuable luggage space each way. A teacher loaned me sheets once I was there, and I bought towels. I did take a travel towel, which is a thin, fast-drying towel. I used it for backup until I bought a real towel, and I also used it on all of my trips. That was a pre-France purchase I was very happy with and know that I'll continue to use in the future. 

By the way, I took one 69.5 lb. luggage each way. (Yes, that costs $60 (with American Airlines) because it weighs over 50 lbs. But it was worth it.) I also brought a backpack as my carry-on and a bigger kind of weekend bag flattened in my suitcase. I used the backpack for weekend or Ryanair trips and the bigger weekend bag for two-week long vacations during which I wasn't flying Ryanair or easyJet. If I did it again, I think I'd bring the following: one giant checked luggage, one hard-case Ryanair-approved sized carry-on, and either a soft backpack or the bigger weekend bag flattened in my large suitcase. My small backpack was quite difficult on the Ryanair trips.


As I’m thinking about what to pack, I’m wondering what I should plan to wear for work at the schools? Not sure if it matters, but I will be in a primary school.


I (and all of my friends) wore regular, comfortable clothing (jeans, casual skirts/dresses) to work. The dress code is much more casual than it is for teachers in a normal American school. As long as you’re decent (don’t wear holes in your clothes, don’t dress provocatively, don’t be sloppy), you’re fine.


Were there any items you felt were absolutely essential to have taken from the US or items you wished you’d thought to take?

See above. I took a few adapters so I could have a few things plugged in at a time, as well as a universal adapter/converter that I could take anywhere. Things I wished I'd taken that I didn't... I can't think of anything right now, but I'll add it later if I do.

Thought of something! I brought extra deodorant, toothpaste, and chap stick (Burt's Bee's, holler!), because these were all things I had heard Americans miss in Europe because they're very different. I found that to be true with deodorant, but not the other things. European chap stick's fine (I like Labello, which is actually German I think, but I find it a bit shinier than normal chap stick, which I like but a guy might not). European toothpaste isn't as minty strong as American toothpaste, but it's fine. You know what is super weird? European deodorant. They mainly sell spray on or a liquid-y roll on, so if you like the regular American stick kind, bring some extra. Also American gum. French gum is not as good.

One more thing! I didn't bring my student ID, which was dumb. Granted, I've not been in school since I finished grad school in 2010, but my grad school student ID picture still looks like me (from 2008, awesome), and it doesn't have a date on it. I didn't think to bring it, but it would have gotten me discounts on some museum things while I was traveling. I asked my parents to find it and mail it to me, but they never could find it. I swear I saw it sometime last summer. Someday I'll find it... and try to see if I can still pass it off. :)


When did you first arrive in France? How long before October 1st?


I arrived in France September 18th, originally intending to hang out and just get to know Narbonne for a week before school started. Then I decided to take a train to Munich to go to Oktoberfest and visit my friend Irene, which meant I didn't get back to France until September 25th. Luckily, I had housing already arranged so I didn't have that to worry about, so it wasn't a big deal. Plus, Oktoberfest? Worth it. 

What would you say was the most difficult/frustrating thing you had to do when you first arrived?

For me, the most difficult thing was getting a bank account, but that's because I went round and round with who knows how many banks because they wanted a water bill with my name on it, which I didn't have nor would ever have because the high school was housing me for free. Eventually I figured out that la Banque Postale was way more lenient with that (they accepted the official signed notice on Académie de Montpellier letterhead that my school have given me noting that I was housed there), so I signed up with them and everything was good. For many other people, however, housing was the most difficult/frustrating thing that they dealt with on arrival.

Do you have any tips on finding an apartment?

Well, I had housing at the school, so I didn't really have to deal with it. However, a few websites to look at are www.leboncoin.fr and www.appartager.com.

Any tips on dealing with slow-moving French bureaucracy?

Take care of everything on your end as soon as you can. Make copies to keep for yourself and note when you send things in. Also, not really. Just deal with it. Sorry.

What did you do about cell phone & Internet?

Cell phone: I went over and immediately (this really needs to be the first thing you do) went to an SFR store to get a cheap phone (20) and a pay-as-you-go phone number. (The whole system's called carte prépayée and it's kind of confusing.) That way, I could immediately have a contact number to put down for banks, teachers, etc. You can recharge your phone in any Tabac, stores like Carrefour (like a less fun Target), or with your bank card over the phone. However, within a month I realized that this system was super expensive and I went online and got ANOTHER phone number with a company called FreeMobile.

Let me tell you about FreeMobile: FreeMobile is what you want. Now, the kicker is that you can't get it until you have a French bank account, so you generally can't do it right off. (You have to have a phone number to open a bank account, but you have to have a French bank account to get a FreeMobile phone plan. It's a whole chicken-and-egg situation.) Anyway, so once you're set up with your bank account, you can sign up on the website for the FreeMobile (no contract) plan.

For 20/month, it includes:
-unlimited calls to any French phone (cell or landline)
-unlimited texts to any French cell phone
-unlimited calls to landlines in most European countries
and, drum roll please...
-unlimited calls to any American or Canadian phone (cell or landline)

YUP. For 20/month, you can call your family and friends anytime! It's AWESOME! Best thing ever. You just need to put the SIM card into any unlocked phone (I was stupid and didn't unlock my phone before I cancelled my service in the States, but I used this website to unblock it once I was in France with no problem.) You could also buy FreeMobile's cell phone (not sure how much it is) if you don't have an unlocked cell phone.

Note of caution: Do pay attention to your calls/texts outside of France while you're traveling. The unlimited calls/texts included in your 20 only apply while in France. (You can look up the rates for different services from different countries on their website before you leave the country to travel.)

You heard it here: FreeMobile. You're welcome.

Internet: Well, after two months of begging them to get WiFi in our rooms in the school (and traipsing ourselves, laptops in hand, to McDo,  friends' houses, and SPAR), they finally got us WiFi... with Facebook and YouTube and everything useful blocked. But it was SOMETHING! (We used a program called UltraSurf to access those pages, but fyi, it messed up my computer. Nothing nightmarish, just annoying. Had to restore my PC to factory settings afterward. Worth six months of Facebook.)

Other people in normal situations (e.g., apartments, host homes) went through companies like SFR, Bouygues Telecom (yes that's the weirdest French word ever. Bouygues, not Télécom), Orange, or even FreeWifi (as in FreeMobile) to get a boîte (wireless router) for their living space. I think Free even does a deal if you get their box and their cell phone service.

What did your 12-hour schedule look like?

Well, this will theoretically be quite different depending on if you’re primary or secondary, and if you’re at one school or multiples. I was at one lycée (high school). A lot of high schools are separated into semaines paires and impaires (even and odd weeks). My schedule was as follows:


first semester, even weeks

first semester, odd weeks

second semester, even weeks

second semester, odd weeks

As you can see, my schedule was pretty sweet. I lucked out and had really considerate teachers. Notice I had Friday off both semesters. :) (You can ask for a Monday or a Friday off, but sometimes for one reason or another it's just not possible.) My second semester I had Wednesdays off, too, which was pretty great (I used them for private lessons).

If you're curious about more related to the school aspect of my year in France, and you didn't catch this post I wrote in February comparing French and American schools, check it out!

Generally, one should never inquire about the financial aspect of someone else’s life, so forgive me, but what did you charge for private English lessons? Did you come up with the fee yourself or base it off what others suggested? Were these lessons done under the table or did you have to register them in some way?

Don’t worry, I’m very open (you have to be if you’re willing to put your experience on the Internet), so I’m not offended. I charged 20/hour, which was basically what they told us to charge when we asked them at the meeting for the Académie in October.

Also, I didn't register the lessons in any way. I mean, as long as you're not giving so many lessons that it's interfering with your classes/preparation (doubtful), no one cares. My teacher colleagues are the ones who passed my name along to people in need of lessons, and no one else (administration) at the school ever knew or cared about it or probably even remembered my name, frankly.

I know that not all schools in the program have rooms available for teaching assistants, but since yours did I was wondering a couple things… Did you have to pay rent for your room or was it free? Were they comfortable with you staying there or did you get the vibe that you were expected to find an apartment? If you were to have friends visiting, like you did with your German friend, were they allowed to stay in your room on campus with you?

You’re right that not all schools have rooms available; in fact, very few do. I’ll answer your questions regardless…

I didn’t have to pay any rent. I had a friend who got a room on her campus in Montpellier and she had to pay 60/month. However, she had access to a shared kitchen and I didn’t, and it would have been totally worth the money to have a kitchen!

The school was totally comfortable with me staying in the room. The room wasn’t needed by any teachers and it wasn’t a student room, so there’s no way they could have been making money off it anyway. No one wants to live in a high school unless they have to, basically. They actually even let me leave my stuff in my room between end of April and end of May while I was traveling.

I never asked anyone if I could have my friends stay over, but I bought an air mattress and did it anyway. No one really knew, but I did mention it to my teachers conversationally when I had friends over. 

I was especially excited to hear about those cheap flights to Morocco and other places and was wondering which airline you used?

There are several low-cost airlines in Europe (for a full list, you can see this one from the ever-reliable (?) Wikipedia), but the most well-known (and the only ones I’ve used) are easyJet and Ryanair. Ryanair is the ABSOLUTE cheapest, and they’ll try to nickel and dime you every step of the way (I should write a separate post just about my Ryanair shenanigans this year), but you can get cheap flights! They usually fly out of smaller airports rather than bigger ones, so you have to figure in transportation costs to the smaller airports (usually a train or a bus).

Eight months abroad seems like an incredibly long period of time, especially for someone like me who has never really been away from family for that long. How did you cope with being away from family/friends?

Well, luckily, 2013 permits us several technological opportunities to get time with our family and friends! Regular-ish Skype dates help. Pay attention to the time difference, and try to set up a regular time with your family. (Sundays afternoons in Texas/evenings in France worked for my family.) I also talked a lot to my friends, much more randomly. I learned that Skype doesn't always have to be active, you can also keep it on the background while you're sorting through pictures or something. It's more like you're really hanging out that way. I've watched my friends cook and listened to my brother play piano via Skype while I blog. I've talked to my dog via Skype (yup). I took a tour of my best friend's new home via Skype. I've even had "show each other new music" singalongs with a friend via Skype. Yeah I'm weird. But you know that sounds fun. And if you don't, you're probably lame.

FreeMobile! Check out the phone question if you haven't already. Being able to call my friends just because on my walks home from downtown was really great. Just... FreeMobile. I can't stress it enough!

I loved getting and receiving snail mail this year. I tried to send out regular postcards. Just because or for any events at home. Getting and sending cards with an ocean in between is even more fun than it is normally! I used them to decorate my room.

Last but not least, attitude. I had the attitude that "This is only eight months. I have eight months of my life to life in Europe (work 12 hours/week, eat croissants, dance with my international friends in the living room, take weekend trips to Spain, etc.). Yes, I'm missing one Christmas with my family. One birthday with my friends. (And the list goes on...) But this is the only year I get to do it. I have to enjoy it now because I won't get this back, and I will enjoy and appreciate my (Christmas/birthday/everyday life) next year even more. And I WILL miss this in the future, so I need to make the most of it right now." It's true. I was honestly never homesick. I missed people and things, yes, but I was never sad and homesick. You HAVE to profite from France while you're there. You'll miss it later!

Could you maybe compare your experience to the experiences of other assistant friends of yours? Were they jealous of your placement because the rent was high, were you wishing to be somewhere with better public transportation, etc.?

Well, in some ways, the grass is always greener... I mean, of course, some people were jealous of my free housing, but I was jealous of their cozy French homes (and abilities to cook things in their kitchens or watch French TV on their TVs.) I was sometimes jealous of those living in bigger cities with more to do and more conveniences, while some of my friends in bigger cities were jealous of my more personal experience with the people of Narbonne and my close-knit group of assistants. In the end, everyone had their own TAPIF year. No one's was perfect, but perfection isn't the point. I am very happy with my year, despite its imperfections. (It was perfect for me!) I think (hope?) most people would feel the same.

Any ideas of activities beyond the day-to-day of this program to pick up and further improve language skills?

-Do NOT just make friends with English-speaking assistants. Make friends with the Spanish, or German, or Italian assistants in your city/area. Communicate with them through French, not English.
-Make friends with French people! Seriously. That is the best way to improve you French. You'll learn idiomatic expressions you wouldn't otherwise, and they'll help you by correcting you (which you may or may not like, but I like it).
-Make sure you get to speak in French at least half of the time when you speak to your teacher colleagues. Many of them will want to practice their English with you, and that's great, but work out a system that works so that you each get to practice!
-Spend time with your teacher colleagues' families if they offer the opportunity. Their family members will probably not speak fluent English and so you'll have plenty of opportunity to speak French!
-Take a French conversational class through the city! Some of my friends did this and not only did their French improve, but they met some Spanish physical therapists who introduced us to a ton of other Spanish physical therapists and ta-da! our friend group grew exponentially.
-Take exercise classes through the city as well. I didn't do it (should have, as I gained 14 pounds!), but some of my friends did, and they met a lot of French people that way (and had to do the actual classes in French, of course!)
-Give private lessons in English. When you have to explain some things in French, it helps you! 
-Get involved in babysitting or au pairing for a French family. Speaking with French children is simple and really helps out!
-I'm sure there are tons more ways to get involved and improve your French. These are just a few!

Did you generally speak English with the other assistants?

Well, this has a little something to do with the above question. In my city, there were nine total assistants. Three English girls, a Canadian guy, three Spanish girls, a German girl, and me. Our common language was French, and so we spoke in French when we were all in a group. That said, of course I spoke English with my fellow Anglophone assistants when it was just us. Also, sometimes I’d try to speak Spanish with my Spanish friends or we’d all speak some English. But mainly we spoke in French, which was FANTASTIC. I know many assistants in larger cities, and they reported that a lot of times, English speakers hung out with English speakers, Spanish with Spanish speakers, so on and so forth. Not so good for your French.


How much would you say your French has improved since you moved to France? That’s one of the main reasons I’m doing this!

Well, honestly, I was actually pretty fluent before I left. (That sounds really cocky or braggy but I promise it's not, I'm just trying to give you an understanding.) Now, that said, I have a Bachelor's and Master's in French, had taught French for three years before leaving, and had spent time studying in Quebec all before I arrived, so it's not like I just picked up fluent French on the side like some people do because they're just awesome. However, my French definitely improved! My accent got better and my knowledge of current/conversational French vocabulary is way better now. I have a few friends whose French was at a more intermediate level at the beginning of the year (to the point where I sometimes struggled to understand them) and they all VASTLY improved. All of my Narbonne friends' French is now on point, and there are a lot of factors that went into that (see above question). I think if you start out with a low or intermediate level of French, it's a little harder at the beginning, but your overall improvement is more vast than if you start out at a high level.


How do you think your teaching style has changed over the past 8 months?

Well, it's interesting, because in the States I've always been a "real" teacher - that is, a teacher with a full classroom of students belonging solely to me. I've been responsible for curriculum, assessment, and all four language skills (reading/writing/listening/speaking), and I've also been dealing with students in their first through fourth years of language learning. In France, I was responsible for smaller groups of students for shorter amounts of times and was really only responsible for speaking/listening with students who have been learning English for quite a while and are therefore more advanced. It's really very difficult to compare the two. I suppose the most practical things I'll take from my work experience in France and bring to my classroom in Texas are the role of realia (real-life materials) in the classroom as well as the importance of speaking as language learning motivation. I also have taken home several activities and ideas from my fantastic French teaching colleagues that I will love using in my classroom!

How have you changed as a person from this experience? Positives and negatives!

Ohhhh my gosh. What a question! I won't go into too much detail, because I still have some posts to write that kind of cover this. But I'll say that I have a better understanding of both French and American culture, what I think is a more healthy attitude about work-life balance, more of a desire to be happy and maintain my current happiness, and more of an appreciation of what I have. These things are all obviously positive. Negative? My work ethic is now a little... lacking. Ha. I guess that's not really accurate. It's just that I'm going to take a bit to get back into the fast-paced get-everything-done-right-now American way. Well, actually, I've worked or gone on interviews pretty much everyday since I've been back to the States, and I've gotten a lot done outside of work too. So I guess I'm back into it. It just makes me way more tired than it would have pre-France. Also, I gained 14 pounds and spent all my money. (Whoops! Worth it.) However, notice all of these negatives (including the work ethic/fatigue) are temporary and the positives are permanent!


Are you hoping to stay in France permanently? I am hoping to do the TAPIF program two years from now and am curious as to what steps people tend to take afterwards!

Nope! Not for now, at least. I've been back from France for a month, and have been happy to refind my life here in Texas. I'm also excited for the fresh start this fall. I was very happy during my time in France, and am very happy now that I'm back. Which I think proves that I live a blessed life! 

However, some of my friends are still over in France, traveling or trying to find permanent positions. I just saw on Facebook that one friend got accepted to do her Master's. I think some have reapplied for TAPIF, but generally repeat applicants don't find out one way or the other until August/September, from what I've heard.


What job did you find after returning home? I read that you were already a HS French teacher, but do you feel like the TAPIF program made you more competitive in the hiring process?

Yes, I was already a HS French teacher for two years before I left for France. After returning, I was extremely fortunate to very quickly secure a position teaching HS French again in a very good school in the DFW metroplex. I do feel like TAPIF made me more competitive; my new principal (who hired me) was fascinated by my experience in France and is excited about what it will bring to my students. And I'm also very excited to get back into my own classroom full-time again! Although after working 12-hour weeks, it may be difficult working 40-hour weeks (not counting prep & grading) once more... Oh well. The real world awaits! I'm pumped to get back to it, renewed and refreshed from my year en France. :)

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Taking the Long Way

In August, I wrote a bit about what brought me to my decision to quit my job, put my worldly possessions into storage, and move to France to teach English. I gave the background while skimming over the more recent history and a bit of the nitty gritty.

Here’s the real story.

Two years ago today, I lost my very first job.

It was Thursday, April 7, 2011. I sat in a room with administrators, department chairs, and the 16 other first- and second-year teachers on my campus who were receiving the same letter. As a result of the state-wide education budget cuts, 17 good teachers on one campus alone were given a letter saying their jobs would not exist the following year.

I’d been following the literature online; I was expecting it. I took my letter and ran back to my hallway. (The meeting had been called at the last minute, and I still had kids coming for tutorials!) When I called my dad after school and said “Hey Dad, it’s official,” he replied, “You lost your job? Well, I’m sorry. Want to go out for Mexican?” This might seem like a lackadaisical response, but we were all waiting for it. In addition, I was still hopeful almost to the point of certainty, for many teachers would be getting their jobs offered back to them within a few weeks or months (depending on the circumstances surrounding each individual position). Most of my colleagues assured me that as one of the very few French teachers, a consolidation was unlikely, and I would surely get my job back.

We were told to keep the news from the students, as it would only upset them. Of course (because they were high school students), they somehow found out, were confused (because they found out on their own and weren’t given the facts), were hurt and angry, and used social media over the weekend to organize a protest followed by a march on the administration for Monday. (This actually cost the district money.)

That Monday, it was chaotic. A fourth of my first period students were missing, and a couple of students from other classes were wandering in, just arriving from the protest. I had students come up to me, crying, and hug me. They were confused. They were sad. They were hurt.

At that point I decided that, since the news was already out, I’d do what I had thought would be the best approach in the first place. I sat each of my classes down, explained why this was happening, showed them the public documents on the district website outlining who would be let go and why. Showed them that there was nothing to be done at this point in time. In addition, I explained that it was no one person's fault. It was the result of several years of poor financial choices by both the district and the state. It was the only legal way the district could cover the deficit. I understood. I wanted them to understand. I told them I was one of the 17. (I refused to tell them who any of the other teachers were, because that wasn’t my business to tell.) I let them ask any question they wanted, answering the best that I could and being honest when I didn’t know the answer. The questions ranged from “When will we find out if our teachers get their jobs back?” to “How will things change if no one gets their jobs back?” to the more personal “Mademoiselle, what will YOU do?” “Will you look for another job?” “Can we do something for you?” “What will happen to you?” It was difficult. Some students cried. I looked at it as an opportunity to do some life teaching. This lesson: How to react with dignity and grace when something bad happens to you. I told them they had that one day to ask questions, and that after that, it would be back to French for the rest of the year. We would not be obsessed by this. In the end, I reiterated hope.

A few weeks later, I received a huge blow when I found out that another teacher (term contract teacher, which is like having tenure) was moved into my position. I didn’t find out from the administration, but from a friend who found out in a roundabout way. I was honestly in shock. I hadn’t expected this at all. It was Good Friday, a makeup day for a snow day. In front of my students, I acted as if nothing had happened, but I started applying for jobs that very day. (I’m a take action kind of girl.) Later that same night, when all was finally quiet, a friend who knew me well enough to understand the crux of it all held me and said, “I’m sorry that you lost your students today. I’m sorry you don’t get to come back to them next year.” It was only then that I felt myself let my guard down enough to acknowledge my grief. It was only then that I cried.

I proceeded through the rest of the school year as if I didn’t know I had lost my job. As if my future wasn’t scary and uncertain. The kids needed to keep learning French. We needed our time together. I didn’t want our last six weeks to be sad, but happy. So, yes, I lied to them and said I hadn’t heard yet. In this case, I thought it better. I hid my secret, my silent mourning, all the while teaching and laughing with and loving my students for as long as I could. (Over those months, the only mention of the situation I allowed was when we joked about me teaching French on the roof or one of their families taking me in and letting me teach from their living room. Sweet babies.) As our time drew nearer to its end, I typed them a letter, printed out 110 copies, and handwrote personal notes at the bottom to each of them. I gave them out on the second to last day of school and told them all face-to-face. They deserved to know. They deserved to be told by me. And to know that I wasn’t angry, that there was no one to blame. Again, some students cried. I hope they kept those letters. I meant every word I wrote to them.

And that’s how I lost my very first job. I was a good teacher. Not perfect, of course – I had a long way to go. It was my first job! But I was good. I cared about my students. I was stressed, but happy and purposeful. I knew teachers who had tried for a long time to get into this district where I had been blessed enough to get my very first job. I had (generally) great kids. I had a great department; I felt very supported by my nearest coworkers. Every day, during our short 30-minute break, I took respite from the work and sat down on a couch and had lunch among friends. I worked a ton (you always do your first year), but it was worth it. I had an amazing brand-new apartment near my school, family, and friends, and I had a beautiful brand-new classroom. I thought I was set, that I would never leave. That I had arrived, so early in life! And just like that, by no fault of my own, I lost it. I lost it all.

I decided to be hopeful. This was scary, but surely I’d find a job. And NOW I’d had my first year as a high school teacher, so I was wiser than I had been a year before. I knew more of what to expect. I would surely get a job, and be even better my second year than I had my first.

I went on my first interview; I was extremely hopeful.

I didn’t get that job. It was the first interview I’d ever been on that I didn’t end up getting the job. Pretty much the first thing ever I applied for and didn’t get, really. That was tough. It was also the only opening within commuting distance of my apartment. I now realized my life would be truly changing. That was tougher.

Until I went on another. And another. Still no luck.

Finally, one day, I had two interviews. I got both job offers. I took the one I thought was a better fit. The administrators who interviewed me were amazing. I couldn’t wait to start working for them.

August rolled around. Because the new job was an hour and a half away (in traffic) from my apartment, I moved in with my cousin Kara, her husband, and their son. (They were a Godsend and this ended up being an amazing blessing in so many ways.) I prepared myself for what I knew would be a busy, demanding year, but I still had high hopes.

The first week I realized this would be much different than my first job. My students had had a different teacher each year for the past four years. The level 3 and 4 students were motivated and sweet, but had great deficiencies in French due to constant instructional changes. The level 2 students only knew one other teacher, and for several reasons, were way behind the expected level. They were loathe to work. They had lost their own teacher without explanation or expectation. I understood they were disappointed about that and that they missed their connection with their teacher.

That does not excuse the way that many of them treated me that year.

I lived the most difficult year I could have imagined for myself (within the context of being a high school French teacher in North Central Texas). I felt hated by three of my six classes (the most populous three, at that). Hated. I could tell you stories you would. not. believe. Every day for the longest time I told myself “This will be the day I break through.” In December I realized it probably wasn’t going to happen, but I decided to persevere and that I would continue to give it my best effort, despite the loss of the hope that things would change. I had one “good” day last year, that I’d consider truly successful (even with my level 2 classes) and that I genuinely felt good at the end of the day. It was January 11th. I marked it on the calendar.

In addition, I felt completely alone among my peers. I’m not going to go into details, but suffice it to say I ate lunch alone in my car for almost the entire school year.

None of this is to mention the fact that I was the primary (and pretty much the only) French teacher, and that I was working with a new-to-me (not to mention less than subpar) curriculum, teaching four preps a day. Four times a day, five times a week, I did something brand new. It was exhausting.

Not to mention the fact that I inherited the leadership of a trip of 44 people to Paris over Spring Break. Because that’s not just a bit of responsibility for a freshly 25-year-old second-year teacher.

Not to mention… other factors I actually won’t mention. I could write a book about this year. I will not.

I cried silently on my way home for several months. I spent three months moving my things out of my perfect apartment and into storage. I went months without seeing my friends. I was too stressed to eat breakfast most of the year. The first month or two, I was too stressed to eat much of anything at all. Throughout the first semester, I would spontaneously start silently crying when I wasn’t at school. I cried at restaurants with my family after church (my only social activity for months). I cried at a Ranger game. I cried in my car. I cried in bed.

I cried because I wanted so badly to be able to help. To get to have the same relationship with my students as I had had the year before. Because I wanted the relief of peer support. Because I felt so, so alone, and so helpless, and so (professionally) purposeless. I was giving all of my time, sacrificing all my needs and desires, to an extremely thankless and seemingly purposeless job. Thankless is an understatement. My life was my job, and my job, well, sucked.

For the first time in my life, I was angry at God. I can recall three separate occasions of crying and literally screaming “why?!” over and over and over again. Once on the floor of my apartment, twice in my car on the way back on Sundays. WHY was I taken away from something so (almost) perfect for something so horrible? WHY was I driven (geographically) to near isolation when I needed more support than ever? WHY was none of my work paying off? WHY was I taken from my students, whom I could help, and given to these students, the majority of whom neither wanted me nor allowed me to help them? WHY was I taken from a safe, supportive environment and put into one where I was constantly extremely uncomfortable (and even sometimes in actual danger)?

Until one day, I realized why. I got an email from the American Association of Teachers of French. I rarely open their emails, but this night I did. It outlined a program that French teachers should tell their students about. It was the TAPIF program.

I read it and thought to myself that this was my chance. I’d always wanted to live in France but had never found the time nor the money in college or grad school. After becoming a “real person” with an apartment full of belongings, I’d just figured I’d never go through all the effort of packing all that stuff up and rearranging my life to go have an adventure across the Atlantic.

Except that now, I would.

I didn’t love my job, I didn’t have a car payment, a husband, kids, or a mortgage. Heck, I didn’t even have an apartment. My stuff was already in storage. The only real commitment I had was my dog Nolie, but luckily she gets along well with my parents’ dogs and my family loves her anyway. (Thanks again, Mom, Dad, Brandon, & Michael!) I thought to myself "If you don't do this now, when WILL you?! How perfect does it have to be for you to do it?"

So I applied. Two years ago today, I lost my first job. One year ago this week, I found out I was accepted to TAPIF, and the rest is history. The beautiful thing is how perfectly this has been placed within the story of my life. If I had spent a year in France when I was 21, I would not have appreciated it nearly as much as I do now. I needed the break after the crazy past five years of my life. I am having the most incredible time and have been grateful every day. Even on days when all I do is teach two classes and go to the bank (where I don't find any money because I'm broke as a joke), I am still so thankful to be here. I have lived this year with the passion to make the most of it because I know how blessed I am to be here. I have taken risks and learned things about the world and myself. And I never, ever would have had this unforgettable, enriching, invaluable experience if I hadn’t lost my first job and if my second job hadn’t regularly driven me to tears. I never would have quit my comfortable job with my comfortable apartment and my overall comfortable life to come and do this. It took some shaking up to make it happen. And I am so, so thankful. God bless the shake-up. I am even thankful for the painful, destructive year that I lived last year, because it led me to this moment. It all makes sense. God knows exactly what he is doing. All the time.

It should be said that, regarding my very difficult last year, I did have some wonderful students in each and every one of my classes, even if in several classes those students were the minority. Those students kept me going in dark times and will always be special to me. I even had a few groups of students who planned incredibly thoughtful and unique goodbye surprises, which I will never forget. I know that teaching high school French is what I am supposed to do, and I love it so much that despite last year’s experiences, I am excited for the day when I have a classroom once again. I absolutely love it.

I know this is already extremely long. But I’m going to conclude with one of my favorite songs, which I’ve always felt accurately describes my life. I feel it just gets more and more fitting through the years.

“The Long Way Around” by the Dixie Chicks

My friends from high school married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same zip codes where their parents live

But I could never follow
No I could never follow

I’ve been a long time gone now
Maybe someday, someday I’m gonna settle down
But I’ve always found my way somehow
By taking the long way around

It’s been two long years now since the top of the world
came crashing down
And I’m gettin’ it back on the road now
But I’m taking the long way around

Oh, I’ll just take my time, I won’t lay down
And take the long way around

Well I fought with a stranger and I met myself
I opened my mouth and I heard myself
It can get pretty lonely when you show yourself
Guess I coulda made it easier on myself

But I could never follow

Well I never seem to do it like anybody else
Maybe someday I’m gonna settle down
If you ever wanna find me I can still be found
Taking the long way around

……………………

So here I am, two years later, taking what might seem like the long way around. But to me, it’s just perfect, and I wouldn’t trade it for a thing.

La vie est belle, y’all.

For a 2016 update written five years to the day after the job loss that changed my life, with three more years of perspective on these events (including a twist), see this post on my new blog, Katy on the Road.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

French Schools vs. American Schools

As I'm nearing the end of my contract (6.5 weeks of work left, WHAT?!), I realized it's high time I do a comparison on schools in France and the States. These are not blanket statements, they are just observations based on my own personal experiences. (It should be noted that my personal experience only includes two years teaching high school French in Texas and five months kind of teaching English in France, so I'm by no means an expert.) Maybe you have had a totally different experience with French students and/or American students. That's okay. (Add a comment if you want!) Also, these are generalizations, and there are always exceptions. This is not an attempt to prove that one system is better than the other, because there are good and bad aspects of both. It's just another glance into French culture and my life this year!

Students

In many ways, French students and American students are similar. There are more motivated students, there are less motivated students. There are more and less organized students. There are well-behaved and not-so-well-behaved students. It happens everywhere. However, there are some general differences.

French students are very organized. When you walk into a class at my school, you will see a trousse (pencil pag) on each desk. It will have pens, pencils, white-out (called TippEx because of the brand), scissors, tape, glue… the works. They regularly take exercises that their teacher has printed for them, cut them out, and tape or glue them into their cahiers (notebooks). They take notes to the point of obsession. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told “I forgot a pencil today” by an American student. (Seriously, where do they think they’re going, the zoo?! It’s school, bring a pencil for the love.)

trousses galore! 

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What I find most interesting is that French students are generally much more self-driven and self-motivated than American students. I have had many students in the States (especially last year) that would not do ANYTHING unless there was a grade attached to it. Here, even though what I do isn’t graded, students are almost always driven to complete it, and most of the time to give it their best effort. They seem generally eager to please, to the point of being adorable. (I realize not all assistants have this same experience.) In the States, we reward for everything. Everyone gets a gold star! Everyone wants a reward. Everyone wants a good grade, and if it’s not for a grade, we don’t care. It’s not about the practice or knowledge/skills acquired, it’s about the “what do I get” at the end. This is bad. Being intrinsically motivated makes you successful. Reacting solely to external motivation is not good, because if the “what do I get” isn’t easily visible (or attainable), we lose desire to continue with our task, even though the process is equally if not more important and educational than the end result. (Of COURSE there are many American students who are self-motivated and driven; I have also had the privilege of teaching numerous students with fantastic attitudes toward education, regardless of the external reward.)

Additionally, French students generally fear discipline from their teacher or their parents, despite the fact that discipline isn’t nearly as serious as in the States. They have a little notebook that’s their cahier de correspondence  (correspondence notebook) that goes home to their parents and they have to get signed if they misbehave. They don’t like when that happens.  I haven’t seen a student assigned detention. I haven’t seen a student sent to the office. Yet you threaten to tell their teacher something or write something in their cahier de correspondence (or take away their “going with the assistant” privileges), they generally get it together. Quick. In the States, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve told a student I’d a) call a parent, b) give a detention, c) call the office, d) whatever else, and the student just flat-out does not care. I believe that discipline goes back to the home, and that in the States many parents have the idea that they want to befriend their children rather than parent them. This leads to nothing good. If you aren’t willing to play hardball and reinforce the teacher’s/school's authority (i.e., give consequences at home), you take away all authority from the teacher. Congratulations, you’ve just decreased the quality of your student’s education. I can’t tell you how frustrating it is to try to talk to a parent about something that happened in class only to have the parent tell you their student could never do [whatever thing you just saw them do with your own faithful eyes]. (I have also had tons of beautifully behaved American students and incredibly supportive American parents. I've been blessed that way. But again, these are generalizations.)

Teachers                                                                       

First of all, teachers here have to pass a more difficult test (the concours) than we do in the States in order to become teachers. (In the US, teacher certification tests are determined by each state.)

Second of all, they don’t get to pick where they work (or go on interviews for placement like we do). The education system is national, so you work for the Ministry of Education of the country of France, and once you're in, they can send you anywhere in France. There’s a point system, and the more points you get, the more pull you get in your placement. You get points by years of experience, amount of children, having a spouse who works, years worked in a ZÉP (Zone Éducation Prioritaire, like a low-income area school – Title 1, basically). They have even more job security than we do,* but there’s always a chance you might get sent somewhere you don’t really want to be (at least when you don’t have that many points).

Additionally, full-time secondary teachers give classes for 18 hours and have 1 supplemental hour of duty a week. That’s right. 19.hour.of.work.per.week. #?$?!%#?!?%!%%%!#?$$. (That was just an exclamation of speechlessness, not gros mots (cuss words – literally “fat words”).) The rest of the time they can use to grade, prep, etc. So that they can actually have lives. If you’re a teacher in the States, your jaw is dropped right now, I know. In the States, we work “40 hours/week.” Which usually means maybe 45-50 hours/week at school, minimum. And THEN we prep/grade. Time to move to France, mes amis professeurs?! In the States, young teachers regularly wear out and stop teaching within the first seven years of their career because it's just so time-consuming.

When a French teacher is absent for a day or two, they don't get a substitute.** They're just absent and class is cancelled. This seems like a huge issue for an American teacher, but keep reading; when you get to the "schedule" section, you'll understand what it's no big deal if there are kids with nowhere to be for an hour. A remplaçant (substitute, literally "replacement") is only called in for long-term absences.

The teacher-student relationship is also different in France. It varies, of course. I have some teachers who use the more traditional vous (formal you) to address their students, and some that use the increasingly common tu (informal you). I have some that have the students stand upon entering the classroom and only sit down once the teacher has greeted the class and given them permission to sit, and some that have done away with this tradition. However, regardless of the level of formality the teacher uses with her students, the relationship is still more distant than that between an American teacher and her students. On one hand, I find this beneficial as it lends itself to better behavior in general. On the other, I think that a lot of the joy from my job would be taken away if my students didn’t tell me about the 3-pointer they scored at their basketball game, or their weekend trip for their sister’s wedding, or come by just to ask me my opinion or advice on applying for colleges.

Administrators

Administrators are actually that - administrators - and not as much of disciplinarians as they are in the States. A good administrative team in the States will be visible in the school, walk around, observe classes, parole the hallways, etc. (Not all the time obviously, but enough so that the students and teachers are aware of their presence.) Here in France, the administrators mainly stick to the office. There is a department called la vie scolaire ("school life") that takes care of discipline issues (along with attendance, etc) before the administrators have to get involved.

Classes

In France, students stay with one group all day. They switch rooms and teachers, but they are always with the same group of ~25-35 students for one school year.

For their première (junior) and terminale (senior) years, they pick specialties (science, literature, technology, economics, marketing) and they study with a group of students with the same specialty. They can choose special designations (like the certification européene) which include extra classes and tests. I think that this is a good idea, because it creates an environment of similar-minded students and the teacher can cater her lessons to be interesting to a particular group. Plus, it’s known that certain specialties are more likely to continue to universities while others will most likely be finished with their education after high school. Again, this can help the teacher know how to tailor her class work. (It's extremely difficult in the States to teach Jimmy who doesn't even want to graduate high school, let alone go to university, in the same classroom as Johnny, who is applying to Ivy Leagues.) We have this idea in the States that everyone is the same, and it's not true. There's nothing wrong with a little differentiation.

Schedule

Classes at my school run from 8:00-6:00 Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, and 8:00-12:00 on Wednesday. (Some secondary schools have classes Saturday morning, but mine does not.) Neither students nor teachers have class all of those hours. Students may have class from 8:00-10:00 and 1:00-5:00 or maybe just 8:00-1:00. They have an hour or two spread throughout the day of off periods. This means that there are always students in the courtyards and outside of campus just hanging out during school hours. Which at first really made the American teacher inside me want to say “Where are you supposed to be right now?!” … but I refrained. And now I’m used to it.

By the way, lunch is at least an hour (compared to the possible 25 minute lunches in the States), and students and teachers alike have a 15 minute break at 4:00 called la récréation, or la récré for short.

Classrooms

Teachers and students switch classrooms all the time, so teachers don't have their own classroom. You can't save all your documents on the computer, write down your objectives at the beginning of the day (French teachers don't actually have to do that anyway), hang up notes from sweet students, or decorate with Ratatouille posters. If I taught in France, I'd miss having my own classroom SO much. You have no idea how much easier that makes it. (Also, as an assistant without actual assigned classrooms, I've gotten kicked out of a classroom so many times by other teachers and had to run around to scrounge up a new one at the last minute with 4-15 French students trailing behind me like baby ducks. That's always exciting.)

Grades

Grades in France range from 0-20, 0 being exactly what you think – the worst. Grades higher than 15 are very rare. Generally anything above 10 is considered “good,” from what I’ve been able to tell from my students. There is no concrete “fail/pass” line, like our 70 in high school or 60 in college. (This seems strange to me, as I feel like there should be some consequence for low grades in one area other than possibly failing a test three years down the line. However, think of the decrease in necessary parent contact if you eliminate the idea of failing a credit. Hmm.)

Structure

In France, the numbers of the “grades” start at the top and go down (confusing). So senior year = terminale, junior year = première (1ère), sophomore year = seconde (2de), and so forth. They meet up in the middle (I use that as a reference point)… sixth grade = 6e.

École maternelle: 3-6 years old

École primaire: 6-11 years old (starting with 11e and going to 7e)

Collège: 11-15 years old (starting with 6e and going to 3e)

Lycée: 15-18 years old (starting with 2de and ending with terminale)

BTS: (optional) This is a two-year post-high school program. You choose a specialty, such as accounting, international business, negotiation & client relations, etc. You can either stop after the two-year program or continue on to a university and complete one year of studies to get the license or license professionnelle, the standard three-year degree which is the equivalent of our four-year Bachelor’s degree.

The Bac exam

In order to graduate high school, you must pass the Baccalauréat exam, shortened to the Bac. Students sit for this huge exam at the end of their terminale year. It’s a national exam in every subject they study (including sports), and their accumulative score must be a certain number (I don’t know what it is, and I think it depends on the student’s specialization). It’s an exit exam, but an exit exam much harder than ours (well, at least more difficult than the TAKS test). It’s not just written, but oral as well, and not just the four core subjects. It’s a pretty big deal.

Additionally, it’s interesting to note that this test is the only thing that determines whether or not the students pass high school. They don’t fail classes. You could theoretically consistently get a 5 (out of 20, remember) in math every year and still keep moving on to the next math class. There’s no “getting credits” component of the diploma. It’s 12 years of preparing for one test that determines everything. (No pressure!)

Speaking of "no pressure," if a student fails the Bac, he or she repeats the entire terminale year over. The whole thing. The students seem to live in fear of this their entire academic lives.

Extracurricular Activities

In France, there aren’t really school-sponsored extracurricular activities. School is for class and that’s it. There are sports classes, but there are no team sports. There are optional music classes somewhere, I think, but there is no choir, band, theater, etc. There’s no student council, pep rallies, musicals, or football games. They don’t have school colors or mascots. They don’t have televised school announcements or school newspaper.

In a way, this is good, because it means that school is 100% about classes and education. There’s nothing to distract from what the actual purpose of school is. (It also makes education cheaper – the States has one of most expensive education systems in terms of tax dollars per student, mostly due to technology and extracurricular activities. Here's looking at you, football in Texas.) With less money and energy spent on extracurricular activities, we could focus more on improving actual education in the States.

However, I also see a negative side. Extracurricular activities do help students find a way to get involved, provide them with a place to belong, connect them to other students and teachers, promote well-roundedness, and help students to explore and develop other interests. They also create an environment of school spirit and a sense of unity (for those who get on board). Plus, it’s fun (for those who are into that kind of thing).

Technology

There's just not as much in France compared with what I'm used to in the States. Of course, this varies in the States as well (thanks to educational disparity, your school might have iPads for every student or you might have one old-ish computer in each teacher's room), but the States generally have more technology present in the room. I don't know an American school that doesn't do attendance electronically, whereas here someone comes around to pick up attendance sheets every class period. Some rooms have computers, some don't. Some have projectors, some don't. Some have speakers, some don't. It's pretty much just a gamble. Add in the fact that as a teacher you're not always in the same classroom and it's pretty exciting. What will work/not work today?! Will someone have stolen the speakers for another classroom?! Always an adventure.

National System

I mentioned that France's education system is a national system. This means that the curriculum is a national curriculum; you can move from Nice to Lille or Bordeaux to Marseille and have basically the same curriculum in all your classes, making transition easier. In addition, they don't have as much educational inequality as we do in the States. Because American school districts are funded by property taxes, of course the areas with nicer houses have nicer schools. The poorer areas suffer. This isn't fair. As a developed country and a world leader, we should look around at other developed countries and be able to see that.

*Ha. If you don't know me and therefore don't know why I say "Ha," and you'd like to know, read this post which tells my personal story.

**Substitute teachers are called supply teachers in England (and probably some other Anglophone countries). Random fact of the day.

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Well, these are the basics! I wanted to preserve this all for posterity in one post rather than in several. If you have any other questions about the French education system, let me know in a comment!