thoughts on teaching French

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Missing teaching French today for a few reasons. First, my first time teaching FREN 102 began ten years ago this month đŸ˜±. Second, my kid insisted this morning on pronouncing “sept, huit” as “sept, tweet,” and even though that’s not really liaison, it’s close enough that I could have used it in a lesson. Third, this is the time of year where I could have shown Gad Elmaleh’s great “Happy new year!” sketch, which always makes me laugh no matter how many times I watch it.

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