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Madison Creech '21

January, 31 2024

The TAPIF program is a great opportunity to venture abroad and further your French skills after college! As part of the 2022-2023 cohort, I was able to spend a school year growing personally and professionally in the heart of Lyon, France.

Being fully immersed in French language and culture, each day provided the opportunity to step outside of my comfort zone. As I navigated new experiences, my confidence in my language skills rose with each new situation I encountered. Whether I was planning lessons with my co teachers, chatting with friends over an aperitif, or even once having to call my electric company鈥檚 customer service line, I had the chance to grow my French abilities beyond what was possible in the classroom.

As an assistant, though my primary job was leading English language-based lessons, I was also able to share my language and culture with my students and colleagues, creating a unique cultural exchange experience. Working only twelve hours a week, I had ample free time to explore around Lyon, take day trips to nearby cities, or plan vacations for one of the four, two-week vacations scattered throughout the school year.

In all, I thoroughly enjoyed my TAPIF experience and would enthusiastically encourage anyone interested to apply!

Miranda Burel '17

September 17, 2018

A year ago, I was a bundle of nerves.

Before last fall, I hadn鈥檛 spent more than five days in France in my whole life, despite having a French minor. Yet there I was, preparing to live in a country where I had a small understanding of the language and knew exactly one person. I was terrified.

I applied for the program on a whim. Monsieur B茅d猫re had insisted for years that I study abroad in France (I went to Ireland), and in the penultimate semester of my fifth year, he pulled me aside and told me I should apply for TAPIF (Teaching Assistant Program in France).

I laughed him off, claiming that I wasn鈥檛 qualified to do that, even though you only need a Bachelor鈥檚 degree, English fluency, and moderate French. And even if I was qualified, I told him I wouldn鈥檛 make the deadline, even though I had nearly two months. But after some minor self-reflection, and reminders that not getting accepted is the worst case scenario, I frantically emailed M. B茅d猫re and M. Pichot over Christmas break and submitted the application in AB on my third day back to school.

Then, I had to wait. And I waited for a long time. In May, I graduated, not really knowing what my plans were, holding out hope that I would eventually move to France. It wasn鈥檛 until June that I was accepted, and not until the end of July that I found out my school placement: I would be teaching 9 hours a week at a lyc茅e (high school) in Boulogne sur Mer and 3 hours a week at a coll猫ge (middle school) in Wimille. In August, I traveled to Chicago, twice, to get my visa, and in September, I blindly rented an apartment, packed up my suitcase, and left. In October, I began.

My first week was overwhelming. I had dinner my first night with my prof r茅f茅rent, M茅lanie, and her family, and the next day I was introduced to all the other English teachers, my new colleagues. I explored town and walked around the ramparts of the ville fortifi茅e where my flat was. I went to the sea. I went to training in Lille with about 200 teaching assistants from other languages including Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, and German. I took videos of my flat and the garden and bought cheese and wine and consumed them while dancing alone in my apartment. It was euphoric. I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

And I was.

Meeting my students was frightening and thrilling. I taught 12 hours a week, and my classes were split in half, so I would get 30 minutes with each group. For weeks we spoke in broken Franglish, using translators and hand gestures and photographs to try and get our point across. I told them about Grand Rapids and how Aquinas had as many students as their entire school. I disappointed them when I told them I鈥檇 never been to New York or Hollywood, and I didn鈥檛 know who Johnny Hallyday was (RIP). We played games and talked about Harry Potter and danced to Mariah Carey鈥檚 鈥淎ll I Want for Christmas is You鈥� because that was the only Christmas song they knew.

While there, I developed a deep appreciation for the French school system. That鈥檚 not to say I don鈥檛 have issues with it, but as a teacher鈥檚 assistant doing her gap year in Europe, it was kind of a dream. They鈥檙e in session for six weeks, then they break for two, and the system repeats.

Within my first month of living in France, I traveled to Paris, Budapest, and Vienna. For Christmas I went to Oslo, then Dublin, and back to dear old Tullycross. I went to Amsterdam, Copenhagen, Gothenburg, London, and Bath for spring break. I finished my time in France by traveling back to Budapest, Vienna, and swinging by Prague. I even traveled to Oxford and Stratford upon Avon with my students on a field trip to England. Beyond the breaks, it was remarkably easy to travel on weekends, too. I frequently went to Lille and Brussels and could have gone further if I didn鈥檛 love my new little home so much.

I am unbelievably lucky that I got to travel as much as I did. But I鈥檓 even luckier that, near the end of every great trip, I got so excited to go back and see my students. I almost always had fun with them. I鈥檒l admit there were a lot of days where I didn鈥檛 want to go teach, and I would complain about it even though it was an incredibly easy and fun job. But every class that I left, I felt fulfilled. Countless classes were filled with laughter, and by Friday, I would walk home feeling lighter and happier than I had all week.

More than that, I was surrounded by so many good and helpful people. Everyone I worked with was kind and welcoming, and a few of them became very close friends. I found it easy to get along with other assistants, had Sunday roast and game nights with my professors and their families, I went to the sea year round, took time for myself, and enjoyed what I had even though I knew my time was limited.

I know that not everyone鈥檚 experience as a teacher鈥檚 assistant is a good one, and there were times mine wasn鈥檛 either. But in hindsight, it was an opportunity I鈥檓 so glad I took. I got to travel through Europe and meet people I never would have met. I become stronger in a language I loved and took time to figure out exactly what I wanted to do next. It was seven months filled with growth and change and self discovery, and I am extraordinarily thankful I ended up taking that step. I wouldn鈥檛 change trade for the world.