Aisha N.

Learning with Aisha

How we’ll work together

“Most students lose French in the half-second they spend translating in their head — that gap is where confidence goes to die, so I train you to close it. We work through rhythm, food, and music: I'll hand you a Youssou N'Dour verse before I ever hand you a verb chart, and we'll clap out the nasal vowels until they stop fighting you. Mispronounce it loudly with me first — you never forget the word you laughed at.”

A little background

Aisha’s story

Aisha grew up between her grandmother's apartment in Dakar's Médina district and a row house in D.C.'s Shaw neighborhood, switching between Wolof, the textbook French of her Senegalese school, and the slangier français of her aunties before she was ten. At Howard she nearly quit French after freezing through her first phonetics oral — she scored a 61 and cried in the hallway. That summer she went back to Dakar and danced with a sabar troupe, counting the choreography out loud in French until the grammar lived in her hips instead of her flashcards. She graduated cum laude, won the Mercer French Prize for a thesis decoding the wordplay in Senegalese hip-hop, and now runs a tiny thiéboudienne supper club out of her kitchen where the one unbreakable rule is that nobody orders in English.