Everything I learned about writing, I learned in 10th grade French class.
Hello! I am called Alice. What are you called? Here it is hot. It is very hot. It is not cold. There is no snow. It is very very humid. I like sandwiches!
I have a dog. My dog is named Charlie. I also have a cat. She is Izzy. Charlie and Izzy are not friends. Charlie is very afraid of Izzy. Charlie runs from the cat. Izzy likes to hit Charlie. Izzy has sharp claws. Izzy has small sharp teeth. Bad Izzy! Poor Charlie! Izzy has a bathroom in a box. It does not smell good. I clean her box bathroom. Would you like to go to the library?
At the library there are books.
Charlie wants to go outside. I go outside with Charlie. It is too hot. Charlie does not feel well in the stomach. Here is some water for you! Charlie does not drink the water. No, Charlie lies in the sun. Dogs are not smart. Shucks!
I am eating melon. I eat the kind of melon that begins with water. In hot weather, this melon is very good. Charlie, you cannot eat it! If you eat it, then you will sick on the lawn! It is refreshing.
I sit here outside. There are bees. I am afraid! The bee goes away. Celebration! I am also fatigued. Tomorrow it will rain. I hope. I would like to go to the beach, or perhaps the cinema. I like where it is not so hot. Have you seen my friend Jean-Pierre? I am waiting for him.
P.S. I want to tell you about a new writing. This writing is in the other place, called Wonderland. I forget to tell you! But here it is. Now we eat french fries and dance at the disco!










June 2, 2007
Reader Comments (51)
in the meantime i think you should know that the pen of my aunt is on the table...
Going back to the dork corner now...
Ha ha ha ha ha!
If you didn't see that movie in French class, you should force yourself to sit through it now, and pretend you are in French class. It is being very amusant.
Love your "french" - sounds very much like mine. I took 8 years of it and still talk like that. I think once when I told a waiter in Paris I was "full" that it meant "pregnant." Oh well.
Like Ozma, I wish to write like this all summer - it beats the hell out of writing in APA style.
The grad school, I like it not much.
My students write English like this. In law school. It is a frightening World. I wish they all wrote like you. They'd get bum grades for lack of focus, but hell, I'd have a good time reading!
My Spanish is good enough so I can basically talk like a human being with a few gender-related foul-ups. My Portuguese, I must employ the circumlocution a great deal. My Quichua sounds like a stuttering three year old. "At six o clock my flight l-l-left. Happy I am to meet you. Thank you everything. Good heart you have. Let's go eat!" Argh.
Thanks for the memories of my German penpal!