As a French teacher in the USA, I was fortunate to have a number of bright and creative students. One of the most memorable was a young man who was crazy about all things French, and who traveled to France with me on a small group trip I led.
I suppose for a high school student in the late eighties, he was considered a bit eccentric. I considered him brilliant, and always wondered what his future would hold.
Years went by, and unfortunately I never stayed in touch with him, nor did I ever really find out where life had led him.
Then this very morning, I received a rather mysterious comment on And So Forth:
Salut. C'est un petit monde, mon professeur.-Pierre-Marie
Pierre-Marie? I can barely remember many of my former students' real names, let alone the French first names that they chose for class. And why did any of my students have silly names like "Pierre-Marie"? (I guess that's beside the point.)
Frantic searching through pseudonym-laden blogs and websites ensued.
Finally I found out who Pierre-Marie was. He's living in the Czech Republic and appears to be an excellent modern artist. Why am I not surprised?
Your message came just in time to inspire me for today's Sunday Scribblings.
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