At this moment in time, uncannily, both of my daughters are French tutors.
The younger tutors in high school, the eldest in college. The younger one signed up without knowing that her older sister was tutoring French at KU.
It's as if they are heeding some inescapable spore, born into their blood, planted there by our ancient French ancestors, who sent hopes for the survival of their genetic material, and some lingering memory of them, across many years and many miles of sea.
The younger tutors in high school, the eldest in college. The younger one signed up without knowing that her older sister was tutoring French at KU.
It's as if they are heeding some inescapable spore, born into their blood, planted there by our ancient French ancestors, who sent hopes for the survival of their genetic material, and some lingering memory of them, across many years and many miles of sea.
It's what i'd like to think. Vive la briands!
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ReplyDeleteC'est coincidence!
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