Welcome to week 23. This weeks’ topic: My most memorable experience
My most memorable experience happened in first year French in high school.
The principal of the high school I attended notified my teacher that our first-year class had been invited to perform on public television. The class was over the moon because we were going to be on TV.
It was to be a thirty-minute program but filming took much longer. The teacher, Mrs. Meadows, selected two groups of four students each to perform a skit of fractured French and an action scene of the French Revolution. I remembered one line from the fractured skit, “Mercy bucket, monster.” The correct line is “Merci beaucoup, Monsieur.”
Two of us, me and another student recited poems. My poem was Le Corbeau et Le Renard (The Crow and The Fox). I was pretty stoked to stand in front of those hot lights and camera, and I was nervous at the same time so I giggled a lot.
There were plenty of “retakes” because we would burst into laughter when someone flubbed their lines. And when Mrs. Meadows snapped her baton in two, we knew to stop our antics and get serious so we could wrap it up and go back to school.
The last act was singing the French National Anthem which we sang without a hitch. I enjoyed that outing. Our class was never offered that opportunity again. Maybe other schools had to have a turn. Our next adventure, the next year was a trip to France, but I didn’t get the chance to go. Money was tight at home in my sophomore year.
Don’t forget to visit other authors in this blog hop to read about their most memorable experiences.
One of my favorite winter spots is Gatlinburg, Tennessee. It’s one of the most beautiful I’ve visited.
When my family first approached me about visiting there, I refused. I told them that was a place for honeymooners as several of my friends and their friends chose Gatlinburg to celebrate their marriages. A few even married there in the various wedding chapels interspersed around the city. Nope, that city was not for me. I didn’t want to see starry-eyed couples holding hands or huddled together floating down the street with dreamy smiles on their faces. My family finally wore me down and I consented to go. I’m glad I did.
I found Gatlinburg to be a quaint little town nestled in the Appalachian Mountains. Turns out, not only honeymooners go there, but families as well. I was surprised to see the streets packed with people checking out the stores, going into restaurants, visiting museums and milling around breathing in the crisp, clean mountain air. There’s even a night life. When it was time to go home, I didn’t want to leave. I grudgingly told them I liked it while being secretly thrilled I came. I even nonchalantly suggested making a return visit.
What about you? What are some of your favorite places to visit?