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The goal of this blog is to document the joys and difficulties of marrying a Frenchman. Here you will find stories, musings and observations chronicling my time in here France. While I am a true Francophile, I am also an all American girl. My hope is that this blog will celebrate the differences in these two cultures without offending either one. Please feel free to comment, contribute or correct my spelling. Welcome! Bienvenue!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
12 out of 20
I first became familiar with the French grading system when I was an exchange student back in high school. Sitting in the front row of my history class I waited nervously for the professor to hand back our first papers of the year, 12/20 was written in bold on the top of the page. Oh no! 12 out of 20?! That's not even a C.
And yet to my surprise, my neighbors both leaned in to congratulated me. You see, as an American (and a competitive one at that) I was obviously shooting for a 20/20. When I shared this objective with my French counterparts they giggled and said "That's impossible, even the professors don't get 20/20. No one is THAT smart."