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ECOLE BILINGUE DE BERKELEY<br />

<strong>Alumni</strong> profile: Pia Hauch,<br />

Class of 2003<br />

I cannot write this letter as a compilation of wise sayings or<br />

anecdotes. I can only say that it is my story since I was a preschooler<br />

at <strong>Ecole</strong> <strong>Bilingue</strong>. The experiences and opportunities<br />

that EB provi<strong>de</strong>d me were ones that I still consi<strong>de</strong>r immeasurable<br />

and priceless. As a graduating senior at Bentley and a rising<br />

un<strong>de</strong>rgrad at Stanford University, I have only just come to value<br />

the education I received up through 8th gra<strong>de</strong>.<br />

I’ll never forget all the galettes I ate and fèves that I didn’t win,<br />

the endless fear I got from Mr. Coup’s “classe <strong>de</strong> géométrie” and<br />

our trips to Washington D.C and St. Mammes. To this day, I<br />

have intensely vivid memories of the great teachers and friends<br />

that influenced my life for so many years. During spring recess<br />

of 3rd gra<strong>de</strong>, my parents and I went to visit some close friends<br />

who were living in France. We arrived at the airport and had to<br />

catch a taxi. In his charming American accent, my father tried<br />

to pronounce the name of our hotel. The taxi driver just sat<br />

there, eyes glazed over, shrugging his shoul<strong>de</strong>rs as my father insensately<br />

continued to butcher his French. So, as a soft-spoken<br />

nine-year old, I gave the driver the name of our hotel and our<br />

reason for coming Paris. Dumbfoun<strong>de</strong>d, he and I talked for the<br />

rest of the cab ri<strong>de</strong>. This was my first <strong>de</strong>monstration of what EB<br />

had taught me. Not only had I been taught the vocabulary of<br />

the French language, I was able to, mindlessly, hold a conversation<br />

with a true Parisian.<br />

My graduating class was twenty-seven stu<strong>de</strong>nts – when I tell<br />

my current friends this, they roll their eyes and say, “Wow,<br />

I’m sorry. That must have sucked.” I’ve never un<strong>de</strong>rstood why<br />

they’ve said this because I’d always consi<strong>de</strong>red that to be one of<br />

the best parts of EB. I not only knew everybody’s name but I<br />

knew all the little things that ma<strong>de</strong> them unique. Those people,<br />

many of whom I still keep in touch with, were my family away<br />

from home, and to me, that is a feeling that very few people are<br />

fortunate enough to find.<br />

As I look back on all that EB has given me, I can’t recall enough<br />

moments to do it justice. I can say, however, that as I take the<br />

next steps in my education, I attribute much of the confi<strong>de</strong>nce<br />

I have to the structure and support that EB provi<strong>de</strong>d me. I<br />

learned to approach life with innovation and open-min<strong>de</strong>dness.<br />

The diverse population of gen<strong>de</strong>r, culture and economic<br />

background allowed me to quickly un<strong>de</strong>rstand what it meant<br />

to be a good citizen in a confusing, complex and ever-changing<br />

world. I forewarn any future graduates of this bilingual school<br />

that the education you receive here will never leave you. It will<br />

open countless doors to incredible opportunities and memories<br />

that will undoubtedly last you a lifetime.<br />

WN30–7 may 2007

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