Exchange

March 11, 2005

I'm bad with names and faces, so I can't tell you much about this young lady. I remember that she came from France to observe our school as a partial requirement for her teaching certification program. She was only with us for a day. During that day I managed to explain that I was shooting a daily movie as part of a personal art project that was meant to document my new life as husband, teacher, and prodigal Californian. If I said all that in French then God only knows what I actually said. After a long pause, she agreed to stand in the alley outside the 1st grade classroom and speak French for the camera. 

Taken out of context I suppose it could have all the makings of a French film: chance encounter leads to an awkward moment meant to affirm life— miscommunication and expressions of faulty memory ensue.