Still Gots It

A wanderer wandered into my office in Admissions today looking for information on getting into the school. He introduced himself as from the African francophone country of Ivory Coast. I explained the application to him and he looked a little bewildered and said that I spoke too fast. I asked his permission to use French.

I explained the process, talked about the programs, clarified living and tuition expenses, and answered his questions in French.

Some days are better than others, but this morning my French was on fire. I was pretty proud of myself. I really needed that. I've needed something to be proud of.


...and something to laugh about.