Grammar Gripes: I’s Icky

I am a grammar Nazi, and there is not a more polite way to say that. Actually, maybe grammar snob is a more polite way to say that. Whatever, that’s what I am. Yet, as an English assistant in a French school, I can cut non-native speakers all kinds of slack. I don’t care if…

OFII: Immigrating to France and Paperwork Confusion

Three weeks into living in France, and I finally have internet. It’s a beautiful thing, truly. As I have read (and read and read) immigrating to France, even for less than a year, is a quagmire of paperwork and more paperwork. I hadn’t had any trouble—the line at the consulate in San Francisco was short,…