February 4, 2008

Guys from the Banlieues



These are guys from the Banlieues – the neighborhoods outside of Paris, where, to be frank, much of the French-Arab, Franco African population is assembled. Sarkozy made himself famous (revered and loathed) by showing up during the riots there in 2005 and declaring that he would make sure these parts of the city would be “nettoyées au Karcher” (sanitized with a power sprayer). The t-shirts these guys wear declare which banlieue they come from (numbers of départments (territories) are displayed on the back like sports jerseys); the front of the shirts sport Truand de la galère (“beleaguered gangsters”). I only took a six second video clip of their upcoming music video (which I was delighted to be a spectator at the making of), but at least it’s something. (My French is not yet sufficiently advanced to decipher their fractious words, but I’m pretty sure they are saying they are still mad at Sarkozy).

January 29, 2008

TINTIN



So, as part of my French language training, I read Tintin. Everyone in France knows and has read Tintin. There is no comparison in the US. Tintin is a bande dessiné (a comic book), but that translation is not exact – les bandes dessinés are much more popular and well read in France than the sort of cult following of comic books in the United States. A Belgian artist (Hergé) created Tintin originally around 1930. (Xavier tells me that the largest part of comic books come from Belgium). Hergé depicts a young reporter and his dog Milou, who travel the world looking for adventure. They save empires, find stolen artifacts – they even go to the moon (long before Neil Armstrong made it there). Tintin is rife with the post-colonial paternalism of the first half of last century, but even still, Tintin is a classic. (And reading that mind-set helps me to comprehend French politics surrounding immigration a little better). I love reading Tintin because I pick up very proper French (no slang, no language shortcuts) as a result – Tintin is written in the clean, proper French of the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. (Tintin cries: “Au secours!” (Help!) when he needs rescuing. Your average Jean-Pierre would never cry for help in this manner. Basically, you would know you were about to rescue Tintin if you heard that cry).



However, Tintin has produced a bit of tension between Xavier and me. One night, in the midst of one Tintin’s adventures in South America, I asked Xavier how old Tintin is. He looked at me like I was brainless and told me without hesitation that Tintin is in his early 30’s. I laughed. Xavier looked back at me, irritated, and asked me how old I presumed he was. This little guy is not even twenty. More like 15. Look at him. He is approximately two feet shorter than anyone around him and he has the hairdo of a newborn baby (who was born with hair). Xavier tried to convince me. His argument was that no 15 year-old has a job as an international journalist. No, no, I retorted, that is Tintin’s charm for kids. He is like their age and doing remarkable stuff (kind of like Spy Kids). I’m still convinced that Tintin is just a go-getter Belgian teen.



Paying Customers

A couple of weeks ago I attended a faculty meeting at the American study abroad program I will start teaching for in June. There were a total of 15 teachers there. The meeting began by everyone introducing himself and stating what she teaches. The mélange was interesting. There was a South African who teaches business ethics, a German who teaches literature, an American who teaches a human rights course, another American who teaches marketing, several native French teachers and one French woman who teaches a film course in English. She was the gem of the meeting.

The first item on the agenda was discussing student evaluations from the previous semester, which had ended in December. Many of the European teachers seemed reticent to have a look at what the students had to say about their course. In fact, the director of the program had to insist that each teacher come to his office to examine their own evaluations. She started in right about here. I glanced over at this one – the French darling – my age, no older, tomato red sweater, boring haircut, pretty enough face – in a French way – and she was literally puffing out her cheeks and her eyes were rolling away (she was enormously put out).

My eyebrows raised and I wondered why she would respond this way. Apparently, the idea of a teacher modifying her approach based on feedback from students (especially American ones) is unseemly. When we all learned what the feedback was, it became even more so. The American university students asserted (pretty unanimously) that French/European teachers grade too severely. Context: within the French educational system, student marks are rather severe. A 12 or 13 out of 20 is considered good work – anything above a 16 usually unheard of in any sort of subjective branch of learning (philosophy, literature, humanities). American students generally have a different perspective. If a student is able to achieve a set of pre-determined requirements outlined, she can earn an A. Period.

I continued to watch this French one throughout the meeting. She interrupted people to insert (continually speaking in French in an all-English meeting) that she would not lower her standards to accommodate students. American students, she maintained, are spoon-fed their material and their education and they remain spoon-fed until they die. The director kept addressing her in English, even though she kept insisting on her mother tongue (and despite the fact that she teaches in English). She was making her point indeed. She almost had a little temper fit upon hearing that teachers would be required to provide their students with on-line class readings through the program’s database. Rising out of her chair, eyes high in their sockets, her dissent came out in the form of leaving the meeting, getting a bowl of peanuts to be employed as her support team, plopping herself back down in her chair, and sucking on each peanut slowly and resentfully.

It ended up being an interesting cultural discussion though. The American students (and faculty) felt that the European teachers, regardless of their own marking standards should mold to an American model (where every student in the class can potentially get an A). This is an American institution and the students return to American universities after they are done here. These teachers were apparently giving only 2 students maximum in each class an A.

In the end it came down to a basic money argument: the director pointed out that the students are paying something like $15,000 to spend a semester here. If their GPA is submerged as a result, it is a deterrent for future students (who would be good paying customers, wink). The Europeans almost had a collective heart attack upon hearing this line of reasoning. After all, the idea of paying for higher education (or education at all) is outlandish and non-existent all over Europe. And deeming students ‘customers’ – well, that is really going too far.
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