Thursday, March 19, 2009
My life as a foreign french kid
Something you should know about is my appreciation for pretending. I'm an avid pretendee. When I fly alone, I often adopt an accent or make up a story about a job I don't have, or a story I've wasn't in. When waiting tables, I generally add a Spanish twang or southern tint to my vernacular. When I was a receptionist I made up stories of romantic husbands, unruly children and home owners associations. And on the fly I will adopt a new set of mannerisms and an English accent. During high school I encountered another who shared my flair for the dramatics. The main character in my proposee story, Caleb. We started dating at the end of senior year. He went to Mesquite high school and I went to Gilbert. I can't quite remember how this idea came about but one day we decided that I should visit his school. So I did. Caleb picked me up and I went to his school disguised as a french foreign exchange student. We both parle francais un peu so it was easy to pull off. All was going well until we arrived in his history class. Because I was a foreign exchange student, we played it off that my English was bad, Caleb had to translate. While in this particular class Caleb told his fellow students that I'd tried to eat his cat (un chat)that morning among other things. I didn't speak English, so this fun little fact could not be rebuttaled. A friend of Caleb's, believing that I could not understand l'anglais, started to talk about me, enticing Caleb to take me to prom among other perverse suggestions. Blushing un peu I maintained composure. A following day Caleb came to my school as a Canadian exchange student. Our plan didn't work out as well because Caleb was on our rivals baseball team. His identity was uncovered and I was in trouble. The time for prom came, and I WAS attending prom with Caleb, but not as a no-english speaking french chick. I was chatting away (in English I might add) when we stumbled across a very stunned young man from my foreign french kid day. He was un peu embarrassed that I'd heard his whole spiel and a little ticked that he'd been tricked.
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