To be completely honest with you, the title of this update is almost entirely based on the fact that I'm going home in TWO LONG DAYS as it's my birthday next week ( The big TWO ONE) and so I'm train-ing it back for an OVERWHELMING cost. I also get to spend lots of time avec my aforementioned boyfriend, whose name I'm still yet to remember.
As we speak, I'm sat in the Salle de Profs of the college, trying to keep my head down, lest someone should attempt to start a conversation with me. YET, I'm feeling less fear for that nowadays, as I have been getting a few lifts home with teachers, which forces me to actually speak to les francais - something I thought I would be able to avoid for the duration of my time here. . . This little French filled room is, however, the sole place i can seek refuge from the tiny, shouty children, thus rendering it a sort of exotic paradise.
My day yesterday, while being long and hard (. . .) was saved by the fact that, finalement, a 13 year old boy asked for my phone number during a question and answer session! While being an utterly inappropriate request, that I responded to in the negative immediately, I finally felt like my initiation as a language assistant is almost complete. This is enhanced by any children I have taught literally screaming "HELLO HARRIET" down the corridors at me wherever I go, either because they are insanely excitable or cruel and scathing in their open mockery of me. I'm going to embrace the former.
Have taught my first real classes alone this week, and have had some great nights with my new friends. France has evidently made me wild and reckless. I attended a birthday party - thrown for un de mes nouveaux amis called NIK. We had fajitas (a classic French dish...) and I managed to munch on enough nachos to sink a small rig. My friends proceeded to roll me into town, and we went to a few bars, mainly those pour danser.
But forgive me, I must pack for my voyage home. Woop.
Much love and whatnot,
H x
No comments:
Post a Comment