There are several different ways that I can tell I'm acclimating well to life in France. I can create English lesson plans like a boss, for instance, and I have mastered the heels vs cobblestone dilemma. I own two (faux) leather jackets and a plethora of scarves. The SNCF train website has slowly marched its way to the top of my "Most Frequented Webpages" list. I am coming along nicely, je pense.
Yet another indicator is the fact that when I'm at work, I can now type using a French keyboard. It might not be my usual 110 words-per-minute speed, but it's not so painfully slow that I want to kill myself, like when I first arrived and realized with dismay that all of the important keys are mixed around. I can't decide if it's more annoying that the "a" and the "q" are swapped, or that the period key is off in the middle of nowhere, and that it's the secondary function of that key. You have to press shift if you want a period. Because no one uses periods, in France, I take it.
But look at all the weird symbols they have! §§§ ° ² µ ¤
It's like the keyboard expects me to do math at any moment. I'm afraid it will be sorely disappointed.
|A friendly animal of the rain forest accurately describing my feelings towards math.|