enough is enough
So after a hard day of French class and language lab, what do two French students do when they get home? Well, speak more French, of course. Until Andy put a stop to it. Continue reading
So after a hard day of French class and language lab, what do two French students do when they get home? Well, speak more French, of course. Until Andy put a stop to it. Continue reading
Some language departments at FSI arrange two-week immersion trips for their students. French does not. But we hope to take one anyway. Continue reading
Week three French update: Andy and I are moved to the same class.
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Much to my chagrin I found myself spending most of Saturday hunting for a 4×4 that we will eventually take to Benin. Here are some things that happened… Continue reading
I just finished a one-week class called “the Fundamentals of Supervision,” and I’d like to share one piece of information gleaned from it: When you speak, your words actually only convey 70% of your intended message. The person listening to … Continue reading
Congrats to Andy for passing the QEP, step #2 of 3 in the Foreign Service application process! Next up: the Oral Assessment.
Yesterday Andy found out that he passed the FSOT, the first step in becoming a Foreign Service Officer himself! Now he has to submit five personal narrative essays. Then, likely in May, he’ll learn if he can take the Oral … Continue reading
The life of a foreign service spouse can be an exciting one, but not without its own challenges. Read as I attempt to answer the question of what I’m going to do while we’re abroad. Continue reading
So I thought that now, as a break from planning our every move for the next two months, I would list the top five reasons that I, personally, am excited about the foreign service. Continue reading
Spring 2005 – During my senior year of college, I take the Foreign Service Officer Test with my friend Brett. She passes (and is currently a Foreign Service Officer in the Dominican Republic), but I fail. I go on to … Continue reading