International Coffee Presents
Awkward English Moments by Majdi
It is no secret that foreigners can be slightly awkward to our English minds, and why not they are taking what skills they know and apply them in as many ways as possible. If they do so they are bound to apply these new found skills in the incorrect way and that is perfectly fine. However I do appreciate the humor and foretelling of what I may indeed look like in France. With out further ado the Awkward moments. (A slight note I am not writing these to attempt to make fun of or put down any individuals. With this said please enjoy these two moments. )
On the 25 after meeting for about 45 minutes of tutoring (which I will write about after this blog because I was so excited to write about this one) on his presentation that was to be the following day, we found ourselves at International Coffee. I had wanted to go but I believe that Majdi had his reservations maybe because he was nervous about speaking English to other people besides me. Whatever the reason he agreed to go and so we walked to the coffee place. We sat because we were about 30 minutes early so we continued to go over aspects of his presentation (more of that in the tutoring blog). When we were about 10 minutes out people from both the kitchen and those arriving started to pass back and forth by our position. I could tell that Majdi wanted to talk to every person that walked by but for some reason he remained reserved. That was until a girl who was a French major at FSU asked if she could join us. As she approached the first of actually several awkward moments unfolded. Majdi: "How are you?" FG(French Girl): "I am good how are you?" Majdi: "I am fine how are you?" he replied. After about 5 more times of asking how she was I could tell that she was beginning to get confused and a little weirded out. Despite my trying to explain to him to only ask the question once. He continued to ask the question How are you multiple times to every person he met which continues to entertained me (you had to be there I guess).
International coffee had started by this point and we were now sitting with a group of people who all seemed to know the French girl that we had met earlier. I was simply sitting down when a girl that I had heard speaking spanish before walking towards us. Before I could react or say anything Majdi had grabbed her arm lightly and asked "where are you going?". No surprise to me the girl screamed and ran out of the coffee place. It seemed like the whole event of being grabbed by the wrist by somebody that you do not know really didn't have a great effect on her. She actually never returned after that even though her friends did. I tried to tell him after this that we typically only ask somebody you know this question. After this I excused my self to go get some more food. He then asked "Where are you going?". Quick learner.
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