Program alumni are the best resources for students interested in going abroad, and they are available to answer your questions. If you would like to talk to a recent student about their experience in France, get in touch with the advisor, Susan Parsons.

A student and his friend in front of a building

Adam Fisher, Middlebury College, Paris

It’s been three years since I was a student at the Middlebury School in Paris, yet it was only a few weeks ago that I was sitting in the office of Amy Tondu (the program’s wonderful directrice) where we talked about our present lives and reminisced about our past ones. I have found myself back in Paris a few times since graduating, proving that I am yet another American vulnerable to the city’s magnetic quality. But it hasn’t been the days spent at Le Jardin des Plantes, or the nights spent at Grands Boulevards that create this sense of magnetism — it is the friends I made in the banal and everyday moments of speaking a language that isn’t my own.

The foyer on Rue Blomet remains one of my favorite places. While 100 people living and sharing one kitchen, one washer and dryer, and a small gym might not appeal to everyone, I found it to be the highlight of my time in Paris. It was an opportunity to meet people from all over France and the world. Late night walks to the Eiffel Tower, cooking massive pots of Mac ‘n’ Cheese, and spontaneous concerts at the community piano are all experiences that made living in this space special. 

After graduating from Middlebury, I became a French teacher. In an Anglo-dominated world, I’m excited by the idea of empowering the next generation to equip themselves with the linguistic tools to build organic relationships with those from other cultures. In my opinion, it is these experiences that forge the qualities of a “global citizen” we claim to need and value from our next generation of leaders, and the Middlebury School in Paris was a major step in helping me realize I wanted to be a part of that revolution.     

Middlebury School in France Poitiers student with French friend

Will Gleason, Carleton College, Poitiers 

For all my years of French, I had never been in a “be understood or miss the train” situation. But there I stood in Charles de Gaulle airport, about to miss the train and acutely aware of the moment’s gravity. Luckily, French figures of authority are exceedingly obvious: my first inquiry got me “you…red sign… elevator”. Resigned to my fate, I went to the red sign, then the elevator and then, amazed, onto the train.

My experience in France revolved around these moments of “good enough” comprehension and awkward situations. But “good enough” is one of the best things about living in a foreign language: as soon as I realized that my ability to communicate was based less on quality than on quantity, I relaxed. Who cares if I say “Dordogne” wrong the first time if they understand me the 5th time? And if I get to say it every day for four months? That’s the learning highway, baby. With quantity on my mind, I looked for as many communal opportunities as I could and rarely said no. Ping-Pong class? Sure. Working as a cashier in a Co-op? Why not? Running around in the woods with a map? Yup.

I didn’t say yes to everything, and pacing is just as important in France as it is at home. The difference is that at college, I spend most of my time studying history or computer science. In France, I was a student of the French Universe. I adjusted my course load appropriately. Watching French movies? Like doing homework! Walking a couple miles to class because public transit was on strike? Experiential learning! Talking with a stranger in the cafeteria about Cyprus? Just studying the book. Were the classes I took at the University of Poitiers valuable? Exceptionally so. But French culture and French people are a class unto themselves, to gain a sliver of belonging demands the same time commitment as any college class. And so: pace yourself, but be brave.

A student stands on the beach

Rosa Shipley, Kenyon College, Bordeaux

Throughout my time in Bordeaux, what continued to pop into my head was how joyful I felt to have been so deeply immersed. I found that all aspects of my life, facilitated by the language pledge and its implicit intentions, touched the traditional structure of the life of a French student.

It is impossible not to be charmed by Bordeaux. Immediately, I was struck by the romantic architectural blend of gothic and Roman, in conjunction with the low lights of the South-Western French city. There is history everywhere you look.. As a place to live, Bordeaux is ideal for the possibility of mastering it: by the end of two months, I knew Centre Ville like the back of my hand. As there is not a high population of Americans in Bordeaux, finding the extremely pleasant rhythm of the city gives a sense of belonging in a new place, which further facilitated the immersion.

The absolute highlight was living with a host family. Being embraced with true patience and warmth created an environment wherein I could let go of my inhibitions of making language mistakes, and truly learn. I was inspired culturally by my family, who were experts on French music, films, and art—so we would spend our time after dinner discussing what records we liked and the way that popular culture is represented across different countries. My host dad was a wonderful cook, and we made it a project to teach me a little in the ways of French cooking; one night we made magret de canard—I was always honored he let me be his sous-chef.

A student in the lab at the university

Laurent Asiama, Middlebury College, Poitiers (STEM track)

I interned in the IRTOMIT lab (Ischémie Reperfusion en Transplantation d’Organes Mécanismes et Innovations Thérapeutiques) under the supervision of Dr. Patrick Hannaert, and Dr. Clara Steichen.

My lab experience has indeed been fun, engaging and challenging at the same time. This experience gave me the opportunity to work closely with a professional clinical team which investigates ischemia/reperfusion injuries relating to organ transplantation. Here, I was able to not only assist but directly familiarize myself with various lab protocols. Some of the analysis I was fortunate to perform includes, culturing human renal cells, determining renal cell proliferation with chemical and enzyme-based assays, extracting and measuring ATP from porcine kidney samples, and many more. Moreover, I was able to improve my proficiency in French since this experience compelled me to find efficient ways to communicate with my supervisors and other laboratory personnel.  I can therefore say without a doubt that I gleaned a lot from the team and this has even amplified my interest for medicine and research.

Pomona student on a hike while studying abroad at the Middlebury School in France Paris

Xander Bartone, Pomona College, Paris 

On the first day of orientation, Amy Tondu asked if I knew what the word “grève” meant. I shook my head and she chuckled a little, then said that I’d soon find out. She was spectacularly right. The word refers to the famous French strikes—the nation’s second favorite sport, as my host mom would say—and it was one of the quirks of French life that I became intimately acquainted with during my time in Paris. Along with studying for hours at the BNF, shopping at the tiny Franprix below my apartment, and watching Un si grand soleil with my host mom, the grèves are truthfully among my fondest memories of Paris. It is these quotidian moments that I cherish the most, because they underscore how lucky I was to fully immerse myself in the French language and culture. 

Choosing to study abroad in Paris was the best decision that I’ve made in college. I mean that sincerely. Yet I was very nervous at first—nervous about immersing myself in the language, about studying at SciencesPo, about living with a host family. I won’t sugarcoat and say that it wasn’t challenging, but living abroad truly helped me to grow in a way that would otherwise have been impossible.  I made friends entirely in a foreign language, studied international relations alongside francophone students, and most importantly learned to laugh at my own shortcomings. It is perhaps clichéd to say that abroad was a transformative experience, but it is true: my adaptability, my confidence in my own abilities, and my independence were completely changed by this time in France. Before leaving Paris, we were asked to write three words that summed up our takeaways from our time abroad. I chose Je vais revenir.

A student sits on a balcony above a fountain and gardens

Genesis De Los Santos, Harvard University, Paris

My time in France was incredibly transformative. It feels like just yesterday that I was getting off of line 8 at Madeleine to get to the center every morning. When I first got to Paris I was afraid. I had never been away from home, had lived and went to school in Boston my entire life, and for the first time I was taking a giant leap of faith. I left everything that I knew behind and it truly was the best decision I could have made for myself. I often describe my experience as the feeling of having a once empty glass replenished and overflowing. 

I found myself growing academically, getting outside of my comfort zone, and going to places that I had only dreamed of. Whether I was spending the afternoon with friends at the BNF, eating dinner with my lovely host mother, or exploring new neighborhoods in Paris, there was always something to do. I was starting to feel empty and it was not until I arrived in Paris that I started to feel just how empty I had been. My glass is now full and it is thanks to the various experiences that I had that I am able to feel like this. 

A student stands in front of a castle

Caroline Godard, Miami University, Paris

Before my arrival in Paris, I had always thought of French as the language that I studied—the language of Montaigne and Rousseau and Racine, the language that I loved because it was slightly exotic, distanced and abstracted from my American life. I associated French with grammar, with words that I must think about and analyze, and with literature, which I loved and still do. But because I learned French in a classroom, I felt that my French self was consequently defined by my academics: I knew how to talk about books in French, but I couldn’t express the nuances of my personality or explain the ups and downs of my quotidian life. Before my arrival, I didn’t know that the lave-linge was the washing machine, that the vacuum was l’aspirateur, or that a carte bleue was a credit card. French was a language I could read, not yet one in which I could live.

Because of my semester in Paris, however, French is now about more than just words on paper to me. Learning how to speak in French first felt awkward, artificial and confusing, but this challenge—enforced by the Middlebury Language Pledge—is what I most appreciated about my time abroad. My host mother, Claude, helped me correct my pronunciation; I discussed the differences between French and American universities with my language partner, Juliette; and my professors at Middlebury’s Centre Madeleine and the Sorbonne Nouvelle helped deepen my interest in French literature. Thanks to everyone I met, I can say that the Paris I grew to know is a city I discovered entirely in French.

Now I can speak French more confidently, I can read French more fluidly, and I know my way around many art museums, bookstores, boulevards and cafés. However, I intend to return to Paris one day because there is still—and always will be—so much more to learn.