Although this is my last blog post for my trip in Quebec, the title still is rife with significance. Naturally, I have to juggle many things right now relating to this last week– exams, my piano performance tomorrow at the FLE Spectacle, and cleaning and packing up my room to bring back all the goodies I got from Quebec. And on top of that, I have to edit a paper that has been accepted by Logos by tomorrow, so I have lot to worry about right now. Fortunately, I can put that aside a bit when I write this.
The “goodies”: On the suggestion of my parents that I bring back some souvenirs, I went to the Archambault at the mall Sunday and bought two books: One in English that’s an easy-to-read introduction to Quebec, another in French that explains Quebecois expressions. Since there are many anglicisms in Quebecois, it almost seems odd that I would understand some of the phrases better, either being directly taken from English, pronunciation and all, or otherwise claqued (translated directly). On the flip side, the French “translations” don’t help at all for some phrases because I still don’t know what they mean, and even when it is used in a sentence it sometimes doesn’t give much of a clue as to its meaning. (I’m talking about sentences that, if translated, would say “He is such a(n) X” and just that, the very sort of sentences I was taught to avoid in the fourth grade whenever I was prompted to use a word in a sentence. Eh, you ain’t supposed to use no double negatives, either.)
Monday night pretty much 90% of the program went to a pleasure cruise on the St. Lawrence, myself included. I took my work with me because I knew it was mostly going to be everyone dancing and drinking, two things I am not entirely fond of. In fact, for a while I had this whole room to myself to study because everyone else was out dancing. The views on the boat were very nice though– we were able to see the waterfall we had visited last Saturday (which was also a nice trip but will not be related here) and of course, Château Frontenac looks great illuminated, if it already wasn’t a pretty building to begin with. It was kind of strange that we were out so late though, since many of us would be definitely having tests this week.
Overall I’ve liked my time here in Quebec, although perhaps I could have taken my classes just a little more seriously and make more of an effort to try to speak French. I don’t know if my speaking has improved, but I know that my grasp of the language itself has, as it has helped me hone many things that I had already learned or taught myself. Even still, I look forward to returning to the USA, to share more stories, to reflect on how I was able to live independently, and most of all, make poutine an Ozark dish.