The end of French class
Today was a pretty easy day. Instead of driving to work, I metro’d to Montparnasse, where we were having an event for a (semi-new) version of LabVIEW, our company’s flagship product. I just stuck around for the morning; since I’d already given the presentations being given (and they were in French,) I mostly just wanted to check it out and then get outta there. I did have some good conversations in the hallway with our newly-selected marketing manager and area sales manager here, though. I headed out around lunchtime and decided I was just going to go home – by the time I walked to the car, drove to the office, and drove home, I would’ve lost almost 2 hours. I figured I could work at home just as easily, right? (Admittedly, though, I was exhausted and ended up taking a half-hour nap towards the end of the workday.)After that I metro’d in to take my last French class. I was a little sad that it’s over, but also a little glad. Frankly my progress has been a lot slower now that everyone else has showed back up – we’ve been doing things the past couple of weeks that I learned a few weeks ago – not exclusively, mind you, but still not the progress I was hoping for. After class I did exchange numbers with a couple of guys in the class, the Spanish guy (who’s moving back to London in a month) and a Croatian guy who’s here for a couple of years to study trumpet. I told the Croatian guy, Dario, that I might do private sessions with the teacher if I want to continue, and would he want to join? Our skills are at a similar level, we seem to learn at a similar pace, and it’s a lot cheaper for 2 instead of 1. He was keen to do that, so maybe I’ll call him, who knows…

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