Kabobs

On night, after my professor decided he was going to move our Monday morning class that he was absent for to a time slot late on Friday night, I went out to eat. Because it was late, and my friends had already eaten  I decided to go some place that it wouldn't be weird to eat alone.So I wondered off the tram and straight into a Kabob shop. I had no idea what I was getting. 

I walk in and, like the knowledgeable person I have become, I asked the guy what I was supposed to do. He said order. ('Well duh.' were the first words in my head. But there werent any wait people and I was confused with little Romans running around in my head.) So I ordered what was on the sign outside and a coke, it said food for 6 euros, and that works for me. He asked me what I wanted on it and I responded with Ça m'est égal. It doesn't matter. So he made my food and gave it to me. It was a sandwich with meat and cheese and sauce that tasted amazing. And a huge heaping ton of fries to go along side. There was salt on the table to and I went at it on the fries. The coke with a straw was pretty nice too. First time they didn't give me a glass. 

He then asked me where I was from. When ever I open my mouth my accent flows out and it's really disheartening. But I try, even when they speak English at me to speak French with the French. I cheat a little with my American friends, speaking English to them, but when I speak to an actual Francais, I speak only in French. That's why I'm here. I keep learning, and I keep working hard. My French will improve, and until then, I'll just perfect the phrase, Je suis Américaine.