Hello, hello.... ¿hola?

The great thing about being in a foreign language class is that you can never and will never get tired of greeting people.

See, the thing is, French (or Spanish, for les élèves poo-poos) is a class where you get to spend extensive time greeting each other and talking about yourselves in an effort to demonstrate or to work on your capability to communicate. We don't seem to care much about this in ADDP English! In fact, how many other classes do you have where you say hi or good-morning or good-mourning or ah-we-meet-again to the teacher upon walking in? On days when you're tired (e.g. 100% of the week for me) you'll eventually omit the ahoy that you should emit upon seeing another pirate. In French, this is not possible. The urge to say something like "bonjour!" or "STOP" or "ah, benoit, quel temps fait-il aujourd'hui?" is irresistible. If we weren't so tired of the English language right now, imagine that kind of world.

Ah, yes, greetings, humans.

(Yes, this entry is meant to be as strange as you think it is.)