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 Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 7:17 pm
Paris was growing quite comfortable with the area around Destiny City University. Before the end of August, he hadn’t ever had much of a reason to make his way toward that area of town unless he was visiting Chris in the middle of a school day, but these days he was as familiar with it as he was with the apartment he now called home. Most of his time was spent in the vicinity of campus, if not on the campus itself, and he was becoming increasingly better acquainted with nearby sites and businesses.
There was a café a few blocks away he liked to frequent, not because he had any particular liking for their coffee (he didn’t even drink coffee, though he’d heard it was quite good there), but because they had really good hot chocolate and delicious lemon scones. He’d often stop by in the mornings on his way to school, either with Chris or alone, and he tended to gravitate toward it during a few of his breaks between classes or rehearsals.
He found himself there on a Saturday afternoon. Saturday wasn’t any uncommon day for him to be around campus at all, given that he frequently made use of the dance studios there in his spare time and rehearsals were occurring more and more often as the end of the semester drew nearer. Weekends that had once been more or less free were becoming increasingly scarce.
Today was a half day, and Paris intended to make use of it with a little social interaction. After a morning of rehearsals, he settled himself into this quaint café with its mellow music and rich aromas to fulfill a promise he’d made months ago.
Paris sat at a table in one of the back corners, his back to the wall as he scribbled notes in his day planner. His hair was still pulled back from rehearsals earlier, and he’d yet to change out of his dance clothes, had merely pulled a sweater over his leotard and shorts and rolled up the feet of his convertible tights until they looked more like leggings, switching his ballet shoes out for a pair of ratty converses. He had a cup of hot chocolate and one of the aforementioned lemon scones on a plate in front of him, and looked up every once in a while when the bell chimed over the door, obviously expecting company.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:26 pm
The area around DCU was mostly unfamiliar to Alexandre. He'd once grabbed energy from the library on campus, he had scoped out the area and gathered information, but aside from that he'd never really been to the area. He'd never had a reason, though soon he supposed he would. He was due to graduate high school this summer. He knew he was expected to attend college afterwards, come fall, but he honestly wasn't looking forward to it. High school, work, duties and everything else (painting, his plants, and the house) was a lot for him. College work would surely be harder, and more of a burden, than high school. The only plus side was he could pick the classes and when. He could take it slowly, two classes a semester - really slow, so he wasn't too burnt out. It was the only thing which kept him from being honestly scared of the pressure he'd be under in only so many months time.
It was due to the lack of ever really being in this part of the city that finding the cafe had given Alexandre a bit of a time, he didn't have GPS in his car. If he needed to find places he could look it up on his phone, he'd had to do that to find this place. The text message to meet here was stared at again as he slid out of the drivers seat of his suv. So this was the place. Well it looked nice enough he mused as he approached the door. Reaching up to undo the top most button of the pea-coat he wore, from the top of it and wrapped snugly about his neck was a black cashmere scarf, he undid it so he had a little more scarf showing and could breath a little easier.
Blond hair was tied back tightly, his bangs as usual left free about his face, and slate eyes took a moment to glance around taking in the atmosphere before finally seeking out the person he was to meet here, or be met here by. As his eyes landed on the figure he made his way over slowly. His cell phone tucked into the left waist pocket of his coat.
"I do apologize if I'm late. It took me some time to find my way here, not an area I come to ever." Save that one time....maybe when he became a student here he'd spend more time here, to gather energy and not to.
"If you don't mind waiting a moment longer, or rather a few, I think I'm going to get a drink. It's rather cold out." His nose he couldn't feel, he was sure someone could hit him in the nose with a hammer and he wouldn't feel a thing. While he spoke, and waited for a response of some sort, he was unwinding his scarf and unbuttoning his coat fully. Under the coat he'd worn a long sleeved, somewhat loose fitting, dove gray sweater made of some soft looking material.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 2:43 pm
Paris looked up again just in time to see Alex enter. It took him a moment to recall his face from the plant nursery, but once he did he lifted his arm in a friendly way to usher him over.
“You’re fine. I only got here a little bit ago. I had rehearsals, so I was nearby anyway,” he reassured him with a smile. He wasn’t sure if standing up to greet him would be the polite thing to do or if he should just keep sitting and not even bother with the more impersonal niceties. Eventually he decided on the latter. It wasn’t like him to be traditionally polite anyway. He and Alex might have only met once before, but Paris had the habit of treating everyone he gave his number to like a friend, whether or not he truly considered them one.
So long as people weren’t jerks to him, he’d be friendly to them until they were.
“I’ve got plenty of time this afternoon, so we can start whenever you’re ready. I heard the coffee here’s good if you like that sort of thing. I don’t drink it, so I can’t really speak from experience, but their scones are good, too, and they have awesome cupcakes if you want something sweet.”
He almost apologized for dragging Alex to a place he was unfamiliar with—or a part of the city that might be out of the way, he truly didn’t know—but he figured if Alex really had a problem with it he would have asked to meet somewhere else when Paris had first suggested it.
“Take your time.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 10:37 pm
"Thank you for the advice and I prefer espresso. Normal coffee isn't my thing and I'm not one for tea." Though he had tea leaves drying in the kitchen right now. He'd never once tasted any of the blends he made either, he let his nose give him hints to how something should taste once brewed. But more importantly he used Lily, normally, as a guinea pig of sorts.
"As soon as I get something to drink we can start. I'd like to get something learned before winter vacation. I've actually decided on taking a vacation, I could use it really." And either he was simply going on vacation or he meant that he was going on vacation and needed (due to where he was going) to know some French. Either way he wouldn't be around soon.
As he went to the counter to get himself a drink he pondered over what to order as he looked over chalk boards set up behind, and above, the counter with a list of all the available drinks. It looked like he would be doing a normal espresso, it had been a while since he'd settled for something so...bland.
When he'd finally gotten his drink, oh how warm it was in his hands! Alexandre made it back to the table where he took a seat finally and comfortably settled in. Flashing the blond a small, and slight, smile. "I appreciate the lessons and the text to come." He may not have said thank you but he may as well have, it was there just not in those exact words. "It means a lot to me to take the time. Unfortunately, it's not a language I can take in school." And it was one he wanted to learn, far more than Spanish.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 6:26 pm
Paris waited patiently for Alex to return to the table, scribbling a few more things into his day planner and sending off a couple of quick texts before shoving both the day planner and his phone into his dance bag so that there would be no distractions during the lesson to come.
From the depths of the same bag, he pulled out a tattered looking blue textbook with a smiling student on the face of it, and the word “Bonjour!” written in bold print across the top.
“It’s no big deal. Every once in a while I consider signing up to be a French tutor on campus or something, but I’m so busy with classes and work and dance that I don’t think I’d have the time to do it regularly if a lot of people end up needing the help,” he rambled. “But this is fine. We’ll have you speaking passable French in no time!”
He opened the old textbook to begin flipping through the pages, pondering which subject to start on first. Probably not the weather. That could come later. He supposed pronouns were rather important, as well as introductions, directions, minor descriptions, probably some generic vocabulary, times, dates, places, food, that sort of thing. So long as Alex could recite the basics, Paris figured he’d be able to get along fairly well in a place where French was the spoken language.
“So, winter vacation? Where do you think you want to go? Paris?” he asked, grinning to show that it was partly a joke, though he couldn’t say it’d be strange to find someone like Alex roaming the Parisian streets.
Not that he’d ever been to his namesake himself.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:16 pm
"You should. I believe I said it when we met, it would be a good way to make some money. I can imagine people needing help with it." And those like himself who wanted to learn it, rather than needing to know it, and either weren't good with languages, didn't know where to begin, or were used to some other language that was close to French. He was personally hoping having learned Spanish in high school, he really did dislike the class and the teacher, wouldn't interfere and cause him to get words confused and mixed up. It was one thing to be organized with paper work, objects and such, but quite another to be organized mentally with something like two different and yet similar languages.
"Yeah, time I could see being an issue. At least you were kind, and helpful, enough to take me on." And he did have money to pay. He wouldn't let such a thing as French lessons go unpaid. "I hope we can indeed accomplish that. I'm sure you'll be a better teacher than my currant Spanish professor." Rolling his eyes to show just what he thought of her. Watching Paris flip through the book he wondered where lessons would start.
"I was thinking that. I like art so I'm hoping to go to the Louvre and maybe see the Opera house among other things. Though I've also seen pictures, online, of Paris with snow on the ground. It's quite lovely, something I'd like to see and experience myself." And take pictures of, nice black and white ones. Maybe he'd paint something in oils once he returned from the trip; it was a very tempting idea now that he thought about it. "I'll bring pictures back if you want copies." Came the automatic offer from the blond. Already he knew he'd have to get something for Jett.
"Maybe somewhere else, for a day trip, other than Paris although I can't think of anywhere else." Paris being of the course the place everyone knew he couldn't think of anywhere else, due to lack of knowledge. That was something he'd correct.
"Where do you think we should begin with the lessons?" He'd ask before they left how often they would be meeting, or if he should just expect texts from Paris informing him about each lesson individually.
Glancing down at his cup as he took another sip, he'd been sipping slowly from it while he'd spoken and while Paris had been. "I think I might make it a trip to also spend some money and come home with some nice things as well." Who knows when he'd be to Paris next, he would go again without a doubt.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 12:03 pm
“You could always take the train to London from Paris,” Paris suggested. “Hit two old, historic cities in one trip.”
He kept a smile on his face and continued to flip through the text book he’d brought with him, as Alex’s offer of pictures brought to mind memories of his father. Paris didn’t say anything about it. That wasn’t really the sort of conversation they should be having over a French lesson, but he felt a bit jealous over the fact that Alex would be seeing and staying in a city that his father had seen and stayed in for many years, far away from Destiny City, which seemed like such a dreadful place in comparison.
Alex wasn’t the only one who could use a vacation.
“Well, if you want to go shopping while you’re there,” Paris began, “it’d probably be a good idea to go over some vocabulary. But first we’ll start at the very beginning. Pronouns, sentence structure, things like that. Then we’ll work on numbers, money, and food. Directions would be good, too. Although, if you’ve got a decent bit of money with you when you go, you can just get a cab and rattle off the place you want to go to and not even bother with too many directions.”
Paris came to a stop with his page flipping, ending up somewhere near the beginning of the book, where there was printed a chart of pronouns and a few common verbs in their conjugated forms.
“It’s probably a good idea to know how to introduce yourself. That’s usually a good basic first sentence to learn even without knowing the mechanics behind it. That and ‘do you speak English’? A lot of people know English, but they’ll respond to you better if you don’t assume they do and you make the attempt to speak to them in their own language first. Not that I speak from experience, but my Dad does… did… Anyway, ‘Je m’appelle’… ‘I call myself’ and then fill in your name. So, Je m’appelle Paris.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 9:41 pm
"You are right, though I hadn't thought of that. Hmmm...maybe." Trailing off he sipped his drink and watched the other. It was an idea, to go see London as well. It was indeed another old and historic city, filled with art and architecture to be praised, marveled, and stared at in awe and some fascination. He really should take art history classes, he really would enjoy them. But first he needed to finish high school and put in for DCU, something he should have already done or been working on doing. Alas, his life though had eaten up whatever time he should have, and could have, put toward such a thing.
"I'll say right now that sentence structure is what always gets me in spanish class. I can't remember how they set up their sentences. So that'll likely be a problem with French as well." He felt it was good to let the other know where he felt he'd have the biggest problem. "The gender for words also, since it's never seemed to have a rhyme or reason for why a word is male or female." And not the general idea of words having a gender but why this thing was male and that thing was female rather than the opposite gender. It seemed random to him really. Why did they need to give words genders anyway?
Nodding his head as the other continued to speak he found Pairs' explanation making sense. He could see how people in a place filled with tourists would now English and that assuming they did could be rude, presumptuous as well. So yes, he could see learning how to ask them if they could speak it would be proper and polite, it would certainly help make conversation go more pleasantly. Listening to the others introduction he followed suit, hoping he didn't mess up although it sounded easy.
"Je ma'ppelle Alexandre." He hadn't heard the break up, or rather where it was, for the second word.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:13 am
“M’appelle,” Paris repeated. “Je m’appelle. And then if you wanted to ask someone for their name, you would ask ‘Comment tu t’appelle?’ That literally translates as ‘how do you call yourself.’ Actually, if you want to show respect, which you will if you’re talking to someone you’ve never spoken to before, especially an adult, you’d say ‘Comment vous appelez vous.’ ‘Vous’ is the plural ‘you.’ Sort of, like, ‘you guys’ or ‘y’all.’ But it’s also the formal ‘you.’
He paused, glancing back up from the pages he’d been pointing to where this sort of information was contained. He had the book turned between them so they could both look at it, but he wasn’t sure how well he was getting any of the information across. When he listened to himself speak, it all sounded very jumbled.
“This is already confusing, isn’t it?” he wondered. He showed Alex a sheepish look. “I promise it really isn’t once you get the hang of it. It’s just… the first few lessons might be a little difficult. I’ve never taught someone to speak French before, and the way I learned was much different. My dad spoke to me in French and my mom spoke to me in English, so I grew up knowing both.”
Paris had to admit, though, hearing himself talk now, trying to get the information across in a logical progression, and trying to explain the ‘why’s and ‘how’s when he was just used to things being what they were, no question about it, made things a lot more complicated than he’d originally thought they’d be.
He paused again, trying to decide how he wanted to continue. Knowing a few common phrases was key, even if Alex didn’t quite get the rhyme or reason behind it. At least he’d know how to say it and what it meant, even if he didn’t understand why. Still, for someone who wasn’t lacking in intelligence, maybe further explanation seemed imperative.
“Okay, so let’s back up just a little bit. Pronouns. ‘Je’ is ‘I.’ First person. ‘Tu’ is ‘you.’ That’s an informal second person. Like, you’d use it with your friends and stuff. Then there’s ‘il,’ ‘elle,’ and ‘on.’ He, she, and the more gender neutral ‘one.’ You know, like when people say ‘one does not do this’ and ‘one does not do that.’ ‘Vous’ is the formal and plural ‘you.’ ‘Nous’ is ‘us.’ You’d use that when you’re talking about yourself included in a group of other people. And then ‘ils’ and ‘elles’… which sound exactly like ‘il’ and ‘elle,’ only there are ‘s’es at the end which make them plural. If you’re talking about a group of boys, you’d use ‘ils.’ If you’re talking about a group of girls you’d use ‘elle.’ If you’re talking about a mixed group, you’d use ‘ils’ because dudes apparently trump chicks, which is kind of sexist, I guess, but there it is.”
Only after he was done with that rambling lecture did he realize he should have been writing things down as he was saying it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:55 pm
Listening to Paris he nodded his head and tried the word again, wanting and needing to get it right. "Je m’appelle." Nodding, as if telling himself he had it right. A sip from his warming drink taken. "It almost sounds, to me at least, like it could be broken up between the ma and the rest if the word." Which had been why the mistake. It was simple how it sounded but mimicking the other helped, he was sure he'd gotten it right now. "Yeah, I'll likely be talking to all people older than myself. So it'll be good to know."
Looking over the book it did help to see it how it was spelled, the break up of the word, and he mentioned as much. Not to mention some, fewer than he'd thought, looked similar to Spanish ones. Maybe he wouldn't have as much an issue mixing up things as he'd thought he might in the beginning.
"A little but Spanish is no better. It was just as hard at first, still is. I'm honestly not good with languages, but I'm still willing to try." If he could memorize and at least try he was sure he could make it. Maybe he'd even force himself to take French in college. "I can see how that would help, growing up hearing it. I mean the only way we know English is because we here it since we're born. So it was the same for you with French." And it wasn't a language heard here often, in fact not at all for him. He'd heard more people speaking Spanish as he grew up actually.
"I know it'll be confusing, and hard, for me but I've no doubt these lessons won't be easy for you either. So you offering to help me means a lot." And he would do something for the other, he didn't know what, to show his gratitude. He wouldn't let this go unthanked.
"Maybe if I also start listening to French speech, on my computer, when I'm home it'll help. If I can hear words I learn from you it might help...and the words I learn here I use over and over again, each time we meet? Sort of as immersed in it I can be while here." So far from the country, and with no ability to move in with some French family living here.
Back to the lesson, and away from thinking of how best to help himself - he'd be looking up videos on youtube tonight. "Ok so Je me I and Tu is you and then we have comment vous appelez vous and vous means more than one person or is a formal form of you." Repeating, his speech slow and measured as he worked to try and repeat it all as well as he could, mimicking the other.
"Ok...do they have anything to use when talking to a person and not being sure on their gender? Or would they just word things where a gender pronoun isn't needed?" It could be taken to mean he was thinking of someone like Paris but he wasn't. He was just thinking about people who didn't conform to a gender, period. It was one of the few times he thought of such things. "Ok...so Nous for us. Il, elle, il's due to some sexist idiocy and those are easy enough to remember." Or so he thought. He'd be keeping on top of this with videos online and whatever else he could fine. "Would nour also work in place of we? If your talking about yourself and one other person, such as 'we dislike you'?" He assumed it would but he might as well ask.
Sipping his drink again he noted it was getting almost too cold to drink, too cool and it would begin to taste really bad. But he could finish it fast enough he was sure, and then order another drink.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 3:48 pm
“Mmmmm, I’m actually not completely sure about the gender thing,” Paris replied, pausing a moment to give it some quick thought. “Dad never said anything about it, and I haven’t heard if it’s been changed at all, so… Masculine pronouns usually trump feminine ones, which is pretty bogus, I guess, but that’s probably what you’d go with? I know when it comes to, like, possessive stuff… like, ‘this is his book’ or ‘her book’ or something similar, you’d use whatever pronoun applied to the gender of the object. All nouns have a gender attached to it. I think I mentioned that a little bit when we met. How kitchen is feminine?”
Paris reached over to dig through his bag as he talked, riffling around until he came up with one of his notebooks for school. He opened it and began flipping through the pages already covered in notes from all of his classes, particularly his history class, before finding a blank page to begin writing some of this out on.
“So ‘his book’ or ‘her book.’ Both would be ‘son livre’ because ‘book,’ or ‘livre,’ is masculine. Or, like, ‘his house’ or ‘her house.’ ‘House’ is feminine, so it’d be ‘sa maison.’ You shouldn’t have too much of a problem with things like that when you’re talking to someone, I don’t think, since you’d be using ‘tu’ or ‘vous’ to refer to them. But if you were talking about someone to someone else? Like, if you went home and talked to your mom about me or something. I’d use ‘on,’ honestly, instead of ‘il’ or ‘elle.’ Well, actually, I wouldn’t really care what you used, personally, but if you ever wanted to play it safe instead of assigning a specific gender to another person, ‘on’ would probably be your best bet.”
God, just listening to himself talk was confusing. Poor Alex.
With a sigh, Paris continued to scribble things out on a piece of paper, copying a few of the verb conjugation charts in the book, even though he intended to let Alex keep the book for studying purposes anyway. It wasn’t like he needed it himself. He didn’t even know why he’d kept it. Probably for the sake of sentimentality. It wasn’t like he’d used very many of his school books back in high school. French had been his best subject only because he knew it all already.
“I can look it up for you later, just to be sure. Research it online or something,” he offered. “I think they’ve got this board or committee for things like that. Making changes to the language and stuff or assigning a gender to different things. Of course, they’re probably more concerned about making it sound nice instead of making sure it’s politically correct. They don’t want to butcher their own language or something. Pretty sure ‘on’ is the way to go, though. Definitely use ‘nous’ for ‘we.’ Sorry, I meant to say that before. ‘Nous’ is ‘we’ and ‘us.’ ‘Nous étudions,’” he recited. “‘We study.’”
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 6:53 pm
"I think you did. I wish there was a rhyme or reason for why an object has the gender it does." Some easy way to remmber, to actually know. But that was the same issue he had with Spanish as well. "I suppose on the gender thing though, which would be used, you are right. Since it seems with language the male gender tops the female gender. Not fair really, but it seems the normal thing."
"Alight, so to be gender neutral I would use 'on'. That works, so I wouldn't offend someone if I couldn't tell." Like with Paris, again he didn't say it. But he was sure if it could happen once, with Paris, he could run into someone else and not be sure on their gender. Hell, he'd been called a female once or twice. "House I should be able to remember the gender for easy enough. All you have to do is think of it as being considered the ladies work, or duty, to remain home and tend to it." Which was how he figured he'd see to remembering it. Watching Paris write things down he smiled. Hopefully he'd get the hang of this.
Nodding his head to himself, as he settled some things in his own mind, he figured he had most of what Paris had said. The other had seemed, to him at least, to ramble a bit but he figured it was all mostly useful information and tidbits really.
"Somehow I could picture that. A group of people, all rather stuffy and up in age, sitting about discussing how to make things sound good and who cares about being fair to both genders. I could see it really." And smiling, keeping his laughter at bay. It was quite the mental image really. "It would be nice to know. If I knew why or how they decided on that then I could apply it to the words and know the gender, by knowing which criteria it fit." And that would take guessing or memorizing out of the picture.
"Ok, got that. 'We' and 'us' are both the same word in French, 'nous'." Bobbing his head as he glanced about the place for a single moment, a quick scan really. Some people had left and a few new people had turned up. No other notable changes and no one watching them.
"I wonder...if I get good at this, better than Spanish, if I should take French in college when I start in the fall." It was an idea. And it also was telling the platinum blond about how old he was and where he stood in his school career. Not that he even thought about that. "I think I'll do better with this one on one than learning in a classroom as I have been."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:21 pm
“I know DCU has beginner French classes,” Paris said, pausing in his writing to look back up at Alex as he spoke. “Er… Not that I know if you’re planning on going there, but I assume most colleges have language classes for beginners, so you could walk in without knowing anything ahead of time and be okay. I think you might even be able to take a placement test, though, if you’ve already taken some language classes before, and they’ll put you in whichever level is appropriate.”
Occasionally Paris considered going through the levels of French again, if only to have a class he knew he’d ace and not have to work too hard in, simply to have that excellent grade to balance out some of the ones he knew weren’t going to be as good. He might not have cared too much about school or his grades a couple of years ago, but at this point he was definitely interested in keeping his GPA up as high as it was possible for him to keep it. If he was going to put the effort and the money into going to college for a degree, then he was going to do the best he could.
Which might not be all that great. He didn’t know. He supposed he’d find out when exams came around. Regardless, he had so little time to devote to another class, what with dance rehearsals and work and the classes he was already taking, that French seemed unnecessary until a time in which it might actually be needed.
“Sometimes you can guess the gender of a noun pretty easily,” he advised. “House is a good example of that. Kitchen is, too. Sexist and stereotyped, yeah, but I guess in some ways it makes things easy. Or if you need to guess the gender for some reason, go with what sounds pleasing to the ear. Like ‘sa maison’ sounds better than ‘son maison,’ and ‘son livre’ sounds better than ‘sa livre.’ We can always try to make an exercise out of that. I give you a noun in French and you try to guess the gender based on what would sound better,” he suggested.
Exercises like that were supposed to be beneficial, weren’t they? Some of his teachers in various subjects used to do similar things, just to try and get certain material to stick.
“Well… then there are also nouns that have male and female forms, so that could get a little tricky. Like ‘cat’ and ‘dog.’ ‘Chat’ and ‘chatte,’ and ‘chien’ and ‘chienne.’ ‘Chienne’ you could use for ‘b***h,’ too, in case you need to insult someone. Or ‘pute’ or ‘salope’ or ‘truie.’”
Because that seemed totally important to know.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 5:35 pm
"DCU would be the one I'd go to, I think it's the one a lot of people in Destiny go to." It seemed like the popular one really. He knew of other colleges though. But DCU seemed seemed diverse in what you could go for and take, class and subject wise. "Yeah. I think I'll take the test and try for French, I do like the sound of it more than Spanish." Though the two languages had their similarities.
He still didn't have a clue what he'd go for though. He knew he could easily go for art and do well but then what? become an art teacher? Somehow he didn't like the sound of that. He did enough teaching and training already and he didn't want to teach the same sorts of classes he'd taken when in middle school or even now in high school. They seemed so...annoying. Dealing with uninterested and talentless students who just wanted the easy grade. Teaching simple skills and doing the most simple, basic, and thus boring things. He felt if he had to teach it he might bang his head on his desk or shout at students. He could handle training Negaverse members and other agents of chaos but students would be a completely different thing.
The others suggestion hit him and he bobbed his head up and down. "That sounds like a good idea actually. It would help I think, to see if I can guess the gender on sound, the the things which wouldn't be obvious like house and kitchen." Laughing as he finished speaking. His Spanish teacher liked to jump right into sentences and putting newly learned words right into use and see if they could use them right. She seemed to move at too fast a pace.
"They say curses are the first words people want to learn in a new language, so thank you for that. Perhaps for the next lesson I should bring a list of curse words." Humor tinting his voice as he smiled brightly. "What do those last three mean?" Since he clearly was not advanced enough to know those words. He didn't need to know what they meant but he did want to know, he wanted to learn.
His espresso finished he held up a finger to say that he would be a minute, at the same time he was getting up from his seat. Going over to the counter he was able to order fairly fast, only one couple ahead of him. The wait though for his drink was a bit longer but he still didn't take more than five or six minutes. Re-seating himself, new hot drink in hand.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 8:41 am
“‘Pute’ is whore, ‘salope’ is ‘slut’ or ‘b***h,’ and ‘truie’ is a female pig, so like calling someone a ‘sow,’” Paris replied.
He grinned as he did so, because he was that immature.
He waited patiently for Alex to return after getting another drink, flipping through a couple of pages and trying to decide how he wanted to continue with the lesson, before realizing he’d left his own drink sitting there for much of it and his lemon scone was only half eaten. Paris took a few sips of his almost cold hot chocolate while he waited, and shoved the last few bites of his scone into his mouth just before Alex ambled back over to the table and took his seat again.
“I could always write up some homework for you,” Paris teased. “Give you a list of nouns to guess the gender of or something. That might actually be a good idea, if you don’t mind. I wouldn’t make it too long. You’ve probably got a bunch of other crap to do for school. No point in stressing out over stuff like this on top of it.”
Paris could certainly understand the indecision when it came to deciding on a career path. He supposed he’d had it a little easier in comparison, since he’d had the opportunity to have a brief professional career through dance, long enough to come to a few decisions about college and where he wanted to go with his life. School still bored him, still stressed him out, still made him wonder what the hell he was thinking sometimes, but it had it benefits.
Now it was just a matter of getting through it and faring well as he did.
“Where do you go to school now?” he wondered curiously. “I don’t think I asked last time.”
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