Saturday, May 14, 2011

wednesday at work

Worked on editing a lot of the FLSEG (Faculté Libre des Sciences Economiques et de Gestion) website’s list of alumni whose information is not up-to-date or may be a little false. Exhilirating.

We work in a little office at the end of the hall which allows Emily and I to have our own desks and not bother those at the welcome desk (l'accueil) and the main offices. It's our "petit coin" though some of the others refer to it as "exile". An older man named Nicolas works occasionally in our office as well along with another older gentleman named Jean. Jean was very kind to us upon making our acquaintance today and offered us cups of caramel chicory in thick little ceramic tea cups. How delightful, Jean.

I do like our little office when it’s just Emily and I. Our work is pretty simple enough to allow us to delve into serious conversations without compromising our effectiveness (although I am still a bit slow with the French keyboard). I appreciate Emily; she is one of those constant, diligent types that you know will never falter in doing what is good and what is right.

When I have unoccupied time at work, I try to read the rules and regulations handbook for the FLSEG, which gives me a lot of insight in the French university system. I learned today, for example, that if a student does not reach the half score (la moyenne – a 10/20) in one subject, but does pretty well in another subject that he can average out those scores to pass his classes – so, say I get a 7/20 in one class and a 13/20 in another. The average of those two class placed together is 10/20, so even though I didn't get “la moyenne” I still succeed in passing both those classes. AND, the French even have a system that if you do really well one semester and not so well the next that they will actually average out both your semesters! And, if you really do badly
in a class you can take what is called a “rattrapage” or a retake exam for that class at the end of the school, which can change your entire grade. Compared to the French, the American system is seems a little merciless...
After work, I did a lill(e)xploring. Mostly I was curious to find different ways to get to the Metro. I then walked down Gambetta street on the way to the grocery store (the one that sells the good raspberry jam for 72 centimes). Every turn of my head on my walks brings new, rich sight to my eyes. I am amazed by the intricate beauty in every step of this city.

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