Yesterday I wrote about the thrills and wonders of the French Bac. As a Mom who grew up in the US, I’ll never know what it is to write the bac. This shocks the natives. “Quoi? You didn’t pass your bac? What did your parent’s say? How did you succeed in life? Wow, your writing must be total crap!” They can’t seem to wrap their minds around the fact that I don’t have my bac because in my country, they didn’t offer the bac to public high school students. So I sigh, assuring them that I got into UCLA, so I couldn’t be a total idiot. They remain skeptical.
Even now, decades later, the bac effects the adults around me. Mr French has been yelling at me for weeks about not being strict enough with E as she studies. We’re talking about a kid who gives herself a curfew, reads poetry for kicks and has already gotten into a fantastic university. Just last night he nearly fainted when he discovered that I had not thought of getting new batteries for her calculator, just in case the original batteries happen to die in the middle of her math exam.
My Parisiennes are in a tizzy, too. Some have taken off work for the week to be there 24/7 for Jean-Jacques as he crams. Others have fled to the countryside, abolishing any possibility of an potential distraction for little Georgette. These are the very same Moms who would encourage these very same kids to stay in the playground unsupervised for hours when they were in grade school and who let their minor children head to the French Alps for a week of ski and brewski on the slopes, without helmets or adult supervision. In June of their kid’s senior year, these mamans break forth from their cocoons and spread the wings of parental protection over their developing caterpillars as they inch along in their studies (guess which subject we’ve just reviewed for the science exam…)
This week they are stuck to the stove, preparing hot, healthy breakfasts, lunches and dinners and they read and review the philosophy subjects, so they are up to the task of testing and challenging the petit Louis. Pharmacists recommend brain energizing plants, waiters in cafés start shouting merde (the French version of break a leg) and the whole neighborhood gets into the act.
If all goes well, Marie Claire will be going into a very excellent Cours Prépa, or a place called Science Po. Which means the students will be living at home for the next few years and all this parental coddling has just begun. Of course, I am jealous, because my daughter will be going half way across the globe to pursue her studies. I can’t complain, because I set myself up for this, but its not easy, either.
Especially, when I get the French reaction. They think it is fairly nuts and bordering on irresponsible. I try to explain that it is an American tradition; we’ve been chasing our freshly adult children off to the wild frontier, in search of new territories, since the foundation of our country. We say it is for their own good. It helps them develop. But even to my own ears, this is starting to ring untrue. Have you smelled a growing teen recently? Tried to keep one fed? Universities have coin-operated washing machines and meal plans. Could it be, as the Parisiennes suspect? Was the American university system established to maintain the sanity of the nation’s parents?
Now, excusez-moi, as I go prepare E’s meal. Something no mother should be doing for her legally adult child who is not eating with the family, but I am afraid they may revoke my citizenship if I refuse to comply (and I really do want her to do well.)
Good luck E!!! This post was great Sylvia! I laughed all the way through at all the French kid names. I’m sure she’ll do well. And yes, I think college is just a holding tank so American parents stay sane as American kids take four more years to grow up. But perhaps the American kids are secretly figuring out the French system maybe is best? So many kids head back home for years post college whether they have a job or not and live at home… while mom still prepares the fresh meal 🙂
I’m French and my step daughter is American. She grew up in France from 3 to 13 year old. Then we had the opportunity to come in the US for 3 years. We should return to France next year after she completes her 10th grade. She would like to go to college in the US (her father lives in US). Is it difficult to get admission in a US college with a French schooling? Where can I find information?
By the way, I’ve just jumped into your blog thanks to Google. I had the opportunity to read only two posts but will read more. It’s well written, clever, funny and so true!
Your step-daughter should have no problem attending a US university with a French Bac. In fact, it will make her dossier stand out and she is likely to get into a better school than if she had only done a US high school. All student applying to university in the US need to enroll at CollegeBoard.com. That is their portal for SAT test dates, TOEFEL dates and the common app, they also have tons of helpful information. For foreign students, I would also contact the nearest International School to where ever you will be living in France and I would ask their assistance, even if your step-daughter is not a student at the school. I know that some of the Paris college counselors freelance.