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Amusez-vous bien
DIR By: StoryGod
Date: January 4, 2020, 6:53 pm
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"La Légion d'honneur française existe pour nous amuser,"
explained the aptly named Madame Gross, one of two French
teachers. Madane Gross was ball shaped, with olive skin, and
shoulder length black hair in ringlets. Both her breasts and
big, gold, hoop earrings, moved as she talked and gestured, en
Francais bien sur. The French was slow enough that enough that
even a student of French 2, like Marion, could catch it. She was
glad now she insisted on sticking with her French 1 which had
been over Skype last year in Malta, New York. This was the pay
off.
Madame Gross, the faculty advisor switched from Francais to
Anglais as she described the organization's activities in
previous years, trips to French Language movies, a trip to a
French restaurant, selling Eiffel Tower key rings to raise money
for the French restaurant repas. "Un repas tres bon," she said
with a laugh.
Marion listened. This part of the meeting was almost fun.
Electing officers was not, since she hardly knew all the kids
and the fix was in for a senior girl with long blonde hair and
another senior girl with tight brown curls cropped boy short and
glasses with clear plastic frames.
Then it was time to plan "le premier projet." It was a series of
posters to display all over the school, as part of the general
Activities Alert project. These were not hand drawn posters, but
would be silk screened in the Wolf-Shjenrubin art room. The
blonde officer whose name was Brandine asked which kids knew how
to do silk screen. Marion vaguely remembered doing silk screen
from seventh grade back in Fort Worth, so she raised her hand
and found herself in a group of three older girls. "I'm in over
my head," she thought and she searched for a way with her French
2, to traduire it to Francais. No luck. "At least I'll be a pair
of hands," she told herself. "It will be a good distraction and
something I can include in my letters home," she told herself.
Another group of mostly girls would draw prototypes for the
actual poster although any one could submit one and they would
vote on the posters on Friday. After that the work of making the
silk screen would begin. Marion thought back to carving was off
a form leaving the design as holes through which the ink would
seep when the wax was transferred to a screen. There were lots
of smelly chemicals involved and part of setting up the screen
and cleaning it needed to be done out of doors. She didn't
remember much more, but the feel of the tools and the smell. She
wondered if she even remembered that. She was going to look
awfully stupid in front of the three junior girls who asked her
name and told her theirs.
A third group, the one Marion should have joined she now
realized was to go to the Secondary School Principal and request
approval to place their posters. With luck, their work would be
judged the best and most organized and professional of all
Activity Week efforts. That was all. The groups split up, and
Corianne found herself in Wolf-Shjenrubin while Lianne, a junior
with long loose black hair and oddly blue eyes (probably from
color changing contacts) asked the art teacher in charge of
print making for access to silk screens. The art teacher did not
ask them if they were each proficient in silk screen. Marion
would have had to tell the truth then. The sad part was that a
willing pair of hands would be useful. Marion was inwardly glad
there would be no silk screening until Friday at the earliest.
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