So, today I’m trying out something a bit different, and writing about a more educational topic; creativity in another language. It’s something I’ve always had an interest in, but last semester I took a course for my Master’s program where I properly studied it in an academic setting. The course, titled “Ecriture Créative et l’Apprentissage …
One of the most frequent questions I’ve been asked since moving to the Grand Duchy from friends and family back home (besides “where’s that?” or “what part of Germany are you in?”) is “what do they speak there?” If you know anything about Luxembourg, then you know the answer is actually quite complicated. So much …
This post was originally published on October 10th, Indigenous People’s Day. It has since be reworked and adapted for this new site. Happy Indigenous People’s Day to everyone except Tucker Carlson and any other out-of-touch, old white dudes. Okay, context. For those that don’t know, Tucker Carlson is a Fox News host that likes to …
Unless you live under a rock, I’m assuming you’re more than aware of disease, COVID 19 that’s spread across the world faster than express mail. No doubt some part of your life has been affected by the pandemic and you are probably finding it difficult to stay optimistic thanks to all the negative news and …
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Even years later (six to be exact…oh god has it really been that long??), I can still remember clearly a professor telling our seminar how she’d wasted time learning French. My ears still bleed and I cringe internally just thinking about it. To give a bit of context the course was a Global Health seminar …
When I first decided to visit Morocco, I had no idea the ordeal (I mean that mostly in a positive way) I was embarking on. For such a small country it is so, so, so, diverse and will test you emotionally, physically and mentally. I tried to do a bit of research before my arrival, …
So about three years ago now, (wow has it really been that long??) I flew to the South of France and stayed with a lovely family near the small town of La Ciotat. Patricia and Bernard (my wonderful host parents) ran a Bed and Breakfast out of their home and I helped out in a …
“Sydney I’m really sorry to bother you…” Véronique’s words drifted into my ears as I came to after a fitful nap on the couch. Was I still dreaming? Why is she speaking English? Were my first thoughts as a pushed my flu-ridden body to a seated position. “Uh…désolé, pardon?” I managed out. She continued in …
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“So how much French did you understand?” my aunt asked as we walked out of the theater. “A bit.” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed that after two years of studying the language all I’d understood during my first French movie was “a bit”. August in Sydney is like any other month in the city – mostly …