A Very French Lifestyle at Dartmouth
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Learning a language is rarely just about the language. Coming back from Toulouse, I've found that French has quietly woven itself into the fabric of my Dartmouth life in ways I never quite expected—through the people it's brought me, the classrooms it's placed me in, and the conversations it's made possible.
Our study abroad cohort is proof of that. We no longer spend our evenings watching the sun dip below the Garonne, or spontaneously wandering into the center of Toulouse to try a new restaurant, or hopping on a weekend train to somewhere new in Europe. But the closeness we built over a term of living, learning, and exploring together hasn't faded. Our group chat stays relentlessly active—Friday dinners, impromptu study sessions, late nights out, and the very important tradition of sniping each other across campus and immediately sending the photo to the group. Running into one of them on any given day still feels like a small gift. It's a testament to what a shared language and shared adventure can do.

The French classes themselves have been their own kind of delight. My French poetry professor invited our tiny class to his home, made quiche, and sat us in a circle to work through versification while reading Verlaine, Hugo, and Baudelaire aloud. My French Enlightenment course, meanwhile, takes to the lawn outside Dartmouth Hall on sunny days, where we sprawl out and debate Montesquieu and Rousseau in warm afternoon light.

Beyond the classroom, the French department recently hosted acclaimed author Marie NDiaye for a conversation about her literary journey and her latest novel, Le Bon Denis. The talk was moderated by the very professor who led our study abroad program, and I came with my Toulouse friends in tow—it felt wonderfully full-circle. NDiaye spoke about her writing process with remarkable openness, reflecting on her writing process and reflections for creating novels, theatre plays, and films, and how her relationship with language itself continues to evolve. French brought me to Toulouse. But somewhere along the way, it became something much bigger—a lens through which I keep discovering people, ideas, and moments that make my time at Dartmouth feel genuinely alive.