Well, today, I had two classes with Christophe, my contact teacher. We did the same exercise in both classes: the kids had the scenario that they were shipwrecked (Cherubs, holla!) on a desert island and they had to create a constitution for their new civilization. But, see, to get them to understand this without speaking French required a lot of gestures and a lot of ... French. Oops.
Anyways, once the kids got what was going on, they had to create two lists. One list was for what each type of person had to do, and the other was for what they could do. For example, "the men have to gather wood, the women have to make the clothes, the children have to build a house in the trees." (these are all real responses, so please don't mind the gendered nature of my examples. I figured getting all feminist on them and challenging the gender roles they created in a language they wouldn't understand anyway would be a little pointless...)
But then they got to create a list of things the people COULD do. "Children could go swimming," for example. But then they said, "The old men could drink. If they can find alcohol." And then, "The old women could smoke. A pipe."
I love French teenagers.
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Hilarious. I wish I could have been there to confuse them all with Gender theory and the worst French accent they've ever heard. Xo.
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Now this was just about my favorite entry. I need to see the movie version of this. You could call it "Lourdes of the Flies" or "Gilligan's Ille". And the shipwrecked people instead of putting on a musical production of Hamlet like on Gilligan's Island, could put on an opera with a cow name Gott... It would be called... Wait for it...
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@Bill. Gott milk. That's good.
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