I have always had special feelings for French language, French writers, French food and wine and France as a whole. Plus there is another French love of mine, adored and worshipped French teachers, teachers of French language I mean.

Typical French teacher wears Promod, her jewels always match with the two colours of her clothes (why the hell are they always dressed in two colours?), smells Channel 5, prepares delicious salads and likes to drink wine after dinner, she wouldn’t leave her house without make-up and she is a very good company to her friends, that is why they like her and she is very busy in her social life. I do not pretend to know anything about their love lives. However, I would bet that they can be quite passionate not only while preparing her husband a delicious meal. Not that my statistical group of 5 teachers I know is particularly representative but I have not noticed such a similarity in other subjects’ teachers, not even English

To me it seems as if all these charming ladies were trying to make the good old French manners outlast. Fingers crossed for them. One day we will not go to France to see the French lifestyle, the French way of living will be preserved in the families of French teachers.

Well, I love Promod, jewellery, wine and cheese and social conversation. I could have been one of those adorable females. I would love it. For some reasons (money?job prestige?my parents’ wish?) I chose not to. Sometimes regrets occur in my head. Often actually. I have to deal with it. I have to put up with my future image of a boring and cold lawyer and money-wanting nobody-loving economist. Somebody tell me please how to start to like my ‘dreary future’?