But I had a funny moment on Thursday, which happened to be my birthday as well as the start of the new semester. I walked into the 9:00 French class I’ll be taking every day this semester and sat down. Yes, I’m taking a class with students who are of the same age I normally teach. Apparently I registered this fact on my person somehow, whether it was the bloom of the new year that I showed in my complexion, or something that cried “wisdom and experience” in my countenance. Or maybe I just looked appropriately cranky. At any rate, the student who entered the room next made a beeline for me as soon as he entered and asked if I were the teacher. So much for hiding out among the natives . . .