the end of summer

The summer language course ended with a bang: the tcf exam. Similar to the toefl, the tcf tests one’s knowledge of French. I found it quite challenging, which makes sense, since the test measures abilities far beyond my level. I enjoyed certain parts, like expression oral and expression écrit (oral and written expression) where I got to expound on my beliefs about television, the environment, and education. Other parts were not so fun: oral comprehension, grammar…

After the language course ended, we celebrated a little: We had a lovely picnic at a little spot next to the Sarine (the river that runs through Fribourg) and sat chatting, eating, and drinking until long after the sun had set. We joked that it was the cold war part two: the Russians carried on in Russian for most of the night, probably relieved to not think about French, leaving the Americans (north and south) to themselves.

Our last night in Fribourg David, my Chilean friend, cooked for everyone. It was delicious. After a summer spent together laughing and enjoying each other’s company throughout a variety of adventures, we had grown quite close. Luckily no one will be far away, as Switzerland is about the size of Indiana. Nevertheless, the magic of summer will be dissipate, with each going their own way and doing their own thing, as it should be.