Hey guys,
I've found a studio in Clermont! It will be impossible to get to work and I will have zero monies until Feb when CAF comes through, but it'll be so worth it!!!
This week has been Toussaints holiday in France, so we've not been at school or anything. I've been staying with very helpful friends in the city pretty much all week, sorting my life out in the few precious hours that have been spent sober.
Have had a cracking week here and great halloween! Last night we had a proper random ERASMUS party, you know what I'm saying. A couple of Frenchies came to join the pre-drinking, then somebody else acquired around 10 Italian erasmus students on their way, so they joined in too. Some of them were a little bit hilarious and I learnt a lot... Like, if you are convinced that an Italian man is gay because of the way he dresses, the way he dances and the way he does his hair, this does not necessarily make him gay. It makes him very, very Sicilian, apparently!
I feel like... We're going to a spa on Tuesday with the French rugby guys. This pleases me a lot. Life has become so random here. Luckily I'm literally only scheduled to work 10 hour weeks (mate as IF? I work 10 hour DAYS in Westminster!!!), so I can afford to live like this! Is a bit weird though, kinda craving some solid surroundings and a vague routine.
Btw if this isn't making sense it's because I'm literally still drunk from this week. Drunk inside, would quite like to sleep for a few days but it's MOVING DAY tomorrow and I have done nooooo lesson planning this week. Good idea.
There have blatently been a lot of funny things that have been said and done this week, but I can't actually remember anything atm. Think my hangover's creeping in. Hmm. But never fear! For I will have the freakin' internet and everything in my studio so when I remember I will tell you all :) trust it has been funny. STILL missing home horrendous amounts though and wondering when this will stop??
Much love xxxxxx
dimanche 31 octobre 2010
vendredi 22 octobre 2010
We're going through chaangees /
Christ alMIGHty, I've had a BIT of a week over here! I will try to explain as quickly and as simply as possible...
Monday: Literally on the verge of resigning. Not because I don't like teaching/the pupils/the school in general, but because I absolutely cannot deal with the isolation of Thiers anymore and really, honestly believe that I may as well be in England for all the experience I'm gaining and, most importantly, for all the 'language skills' I am acquiring here. Feel like shit and can't stop crying!
Tuesday: Speak to British Council dude on the phone again (after telling him the first time that I'm sure everything will resolve itself etc), break down on the phone (sehr embarrassing) when he tells me that the French national agency would never move an assistant once they've been placed. Am strongly advised to arrange a meeting with the headmaster and, in the meantime, email the personnes relais for my area to let him know what's going on. It takes over an hour for me to pull myself together, then I creep into the staffroom to do just that and also email QM's YA co-ordinator to let her know what's happening.
Wednesday: Recieve emails from the personnes relais and the inspector urging me not to leave, that things can be resolved etc and that they've immediately emailed the headmaster and my résponsable (who, at that point, still didn't give one) to say that I would be meeting with him. Have the meeting and I loovvee hhiiimm. He's all like 'Oh Jesus Christ I had no idea, come to my house tonight and me and my wife will look after you because you're so lonely!' I politely decline his offer, but he asks me to come to his house at weekends when I can so his wife can feed me and show me things. Aww. He explains that he really wants to help because his son and daughter went to England/Sweden for 7 months and had people helping them. Literally want him to be my papa.
Thursday: I have another meeting with the head and the Spanish assistant who agrees to help me find an appartment/foyer in Clermont-Ferrand over the holiday. See my résponsable at lunch and she is being nasty like I've never before experienced. Actually want to deck the.. Anyway, afterwards, she reluctantly asks if I would like to watch a lesson (aka can I come and teach 3 consecutive lessons while she kicks back). I agree, and the strangest thing happens. By the 3rd lesson I teach, she's proper getting involved and being really polite to me in front of the pupils (there's a first time for everything). When they're finished and we're walking back to the staffroom, she does a COMPLETE 180 and gives me her number and email address, says not to hesitate to call her over the holiday if I have ANY problems etc. Result. I think she likes me now because she's seen that all the pupils do what I say and speak loads of English. Win.
Friday (today): Finally recieve my timetable and am told that my résponsable has actually said to people that she'll help me find a teacher to get a lift in with from Clermont on Mondays and Thursdays as I start at 8am. See her at lunch and she pulls out a chair for me, goes out of her way to include me in every last detail of French conversation, making sure I understand, asking me questions and not being sarcastic etc. In fact, we're being downright civilised to each other! She even cracks some private class jokes that only we will understand! Afterwards, I go to the common-room type thing with her, another teacher and the I.T. guy, Pierre (standard), who loves Canada and took a liking to me when I got here, which was nice.
So, all in all, one of the weirdest weeks of my life. Not to mention, definitely up there in the top 5 most humiliating, however hopefully after the holiday I will have something to show for it!! Tomorrow night am out on the lash with the CLF assistants for the 2nd time since I've been here (not on, got a lot of making up to do. Sorry, liver...). They have been very, very clever and found a French anglophone rugby player. ON Y VA!???!!!
Danke for reading, will update the life/living situation soon! xx
Monday: Literally on the verge of resigning. Not because I don't like teaching/the pupils/the school in general, but because I absolutely cannot deal with the isolation of Thiers anymore and really, honestly believe that I may as well be in England for all the experience I'm gaining and, most importantly, for all the 'language skills' I am acquiring here. Feel like shit and can't stop crying!
Tuesday: Speak to British Council dude on the phone again (after telling him the first time that I'm sure everything will resolve itself etc), break down on the phone (sehr embarrassing) when he tells me that the French national agency would never move an assistant once they've been placed. Am strongly advised to arrange a meeting with the headmaster and, in the meantime, email the personnes relais for my area to let him know what's going on. It takes over an hour for me to pull myself together, then I creep into the staffroom to do just that and also email QM's YA co-ordinator to let her know what's happening.
Wednesday: Recieve emails from the personnes relais and the inspector urging me not to leave, that things can be resolved etc and that they've immediately emailed the headmaster and my résponsable (who, at that point, still didn't give one) to say that I would be meeting with him. Have the meeting and I loovvee hhiiimm. He's all like 'Oh Jesus Christ I had no idea, come to my house tonight and me and my wife will look after you because you're so lonely!' I politely decline his offer, but he asks me to come to his house at weekends when I can so his wife can feed me and show me things. Aww. He explains that he really wants to help because his son and daughter went to England/Sweden for 7 months and had people helping them. Literally want him to be my papa.
Thursday: I have another meeting with the head and the Spanish assistant who agrees to help me find an appartment/foyer in Clermont-Ferrand over the holiday. See my résponsable at lunch and she is being nasty like I've never before experienced. Actually want to deck the.. Anyway, afterwards, she reluctantly asks if I would like to watch a lesson (aka can I come and teach 3 consecutive lessons while she kicks back). I agree, and the strangest thing happens. By the 3rd lesson I teach, she's proper getting involved and being really polite to me in front of the pupils (there's a first time for everything). When they're finished and we're walking back to the staffroom, she does a COMPLETE 180 and gives me her number and email address, says not to hesitate to call her over the holiday if I have ANY problems etc. Result. I think she likes me now because she's seen that all the pupils do what I say and speak loads of English. Win.
Friday (today): Finally recieve my timetable and am told that my résponsable has actually said to people that she'll help me find a teacher to get a lift in with from Clermont on Mondays and Thursdays as I start at 8am. See her at lunch and she pulls out a chair for me, goes out of her way to include me in every last detail of French conversation, making sure I understand, asking me questions and not being sarcastic etc. In fact, we're being downright civilised to each other! She even cracks some private class jokes that only we will understand! Afterwards, I go to the common-room type thing with her, another teacher and the I.T. guy, Pierre (standard), who loves Canada and took a liking to me when I got here, which was nice.
So, all in all, one of the weirdest weeks of my life. Not to mention, definitely up there in the top 5 most humiliating, however hopefully after the holiday I will have something to show for it!! Tomorrow night am out on the lash with the CLF assistants for the 2nd time since I've been here (not on, got a lot of making up to do. Sorry, liver...). They have been very, very clever and found a French anglophone rugby player. ON Y VA!???!!!
Danke for reading, will update the life/living situation soon! xx
lundi 18 octobre 2010
Un embarras de l'habillement correct :s
I'll be honest, things aren't getting a lot better here. I can't even get settled into a routine of any kind to keep myself busy as my timetable now will not be ready until after the holiday (November) which is just ridiculous. Over the holiday, I will be on my own in this shitty, freezing cold room with sod all to do and not a lot of places to go or people to see for 12 days. Yay.
Started to get pretty down again at the end of last week through til Saturday for lack of human contact :s something I've learned about myself here is that I don't do well on my own. That's not to say that I'm particularly dependent on anyone for anything material, I just don't think I function properly without having other people around me most of the time.
Howevs, did go on a cheeky 10km hike yesterday (Sunday) becaue it was something to do. Did use my last 4euros in the world on it, so now I am fucked, but it got me out and talking French for a few hours! I went with the American assistant in Thiers, the Spanish assistant at my lycée (sadly she still sounds completely Spanish to me when she speaks French) and a french girl that they know from their foyer, who was lovely and has a car (score).
Bit embarrassing when I got there. Ever the ignorant Londoner, I rocked up in jeans, a hoody and some plimsoles. Suuuure. When I say 'hike', I don't mean 'walk', I mean HIKE hike. While it was only 10km, it was a proper mountain hike, so I felt like even more of a douche after I'd done it. These women fussed and raised their voices and hit me on the arm as I stood in the starting centre utterly bemused whilst one of them actually drove to her house and back to bring me a selection of proper shoes and a waterproof jacket. Needless to say, they were not impressed. Anyway, it was freezing cold and mon cul is hurting today, but it was sehr good and some nice people in a barn in a field gave me coffee and brie half way through, which is always appreciated.
Talking of the cold, maaatteeee!! It's cold here to the point where you're like 'Whoa there, France. Calm yo'self'. The heating is apparently on in the staffroom, but I am wearing a vest top that I'm ashamed to say I am actually using as a vest, a long-sleeved top, a cardigan, a hoody, jeans, uggs, my duffell coat and a hat. The gloves are off so I can type and I'm not happy about it!
So, I've been here for 3 weeks now and am noticing no change in my spoken French which, considering no one here speaks English, is a bit of an achievement. There's been a noticeable improvement in my ability to understand what people are saying, though, which is brilliant as aural has always been the thing that I fail in life at the most. Hopefully, when I'm back in England, if I just keep watching and listening to French stuff regularly, I won't lose that. Now, my spoken French. I have a sneaking suspition that it might actually have gotten worse for my being in the country. 'How the fuck did you manage that?' You may ask. Well, you know all those times I've mentioned how miserable, lonely and isolated I am up here? Not exaggerating. In fact, I think I've been making a lot of it out to be better than it is as I'm usually in an alright mood when I write me bloggy. But I see so little of people (French or English/American) that I think I might be forgetting how to socialise. Yesterday was alright, but I'm actually petrified of talking to the other teachers in French, especially my résponsable, which isn't good. If I ever get paid (they're really pissy about paying assistants, here), hopefully I'll be able to move into the foyer in Thiers where there are people. You'll be overjoyed to know that moving to the city is almost no longer an option for me as my absolutel angel of a résponsable is giving me at least 2/3 8am starts. Bon.
Uggghhhhh enough ranting, Marge is posting me 5 dvds for the holiday of shitness so that I'll have something to watch for 5 of those 12 days. She's sending 'Mamma Mia' ('in case you wanted a bit of a sing-a-long, I don't know' - LOVE HER LIFE!!) and 'Troy', because it's long. Clever, clever mammy.
Anyway, 60 days til I'm back from the japside of the earth for 2 whole weeks eyyyy :)
Love to all, hope my other French homies are staying strong haha. xxx
Started to get pretty down again at the end of last week through til Saturday for lack of human contact :s something I've learned about myself here is that I don't do well on my own. That's not to say that I'm particularly dependent on anyone for anything material, I just don't think I function properly without having other people around me most of the time.
Howevs, did go on a cheeky 10km hike yesterday (Sunday) becaue it was something to do. Did use my last 4euros in the world on it, so now I am fucked, but it got me out and talking French for a few hours! I went with the American assistant in Thiers, the Spanish assistant at my lycée (sadly she still sounds completely Spanish to me when she speaks French) and a french girl that they know from their foyer, who was lovely and has a car (score).
Bit embarrassing when I got there. Ever the ignorant Londoner, I rocked up in jeans, a hoody and some plimsoles. Suuuure. When I say 'hike', I don't mean 'walk', I mean HIKE hike. While it was only 10km, it was a proper mountain hike, so I felt like even more of a douche after I'd done it. These women fussed and raised their voices and hit me on the arm as I stood in the starting centre utterly bemused whilst one of them actually drove to her house and back to bring me a selection of proper shoes and a waterproof jacket. Needless to say, they were not impressed. Anyway, it was freezing cold and mon cul is hurting today, but it was sehr good and some nice people in a barn in a field gave me coffee and brie half way through, which is always appreciated.
Talking of the cold, maaatteeee!! It's cold here to the point where you're like 'Whoa there, France. Calm yo'self'. The heating is apparently on in the staffroom, but I am wearing a vest top that I'm ashamed to say I am actually using as a vest, a long-sleeved top, a cardigan, a hoody, jeans, uggs, my duffell coat and a hat. The gloves are off so I can type and I'm not happy about it!
So, I've been here for 3 weeks now and am noticing no change in my spoken French which, considering no one here speaks English, is a bit of an achievement. There's been a noticeable improvement in my ability to understand what people are saying, though, which is brilliant as aural has always been the thing that I fail in life at the most. Hopefully, when I'm back in England, if I just keep watching and listening to French stuff regularly, I won't lose that. Now, my spoken French. I have a sneaking suspition that it might actually have gotten worse for my being in the country. 'How the fuck did you manage that?' You may ask. Well, you know all those times I've mentioned how miserable, lonely and isolated I am up here? Not exaggerating. In fact, I think I've been making a lot of it out to be better than it is as I'm usually in an alright mood when I write me bloggy. But I see so little of people (French or English/American) that I think I might be forgetting how to socialise. Yesterday was alright, but I'm actually petrified of talking to the other teachers in French, especially my résponsable, which isn't good. If I ever get paid (they're really pissy about paying assistants, here), hopefully I'll be able to move into the foyer in Thiers where there are people. You'll be overjoyed to know that moving to the city is almost no longer an option for me as my absolutel angel of a résponsable is giving me at least 2/3 8am starts. Bon.
Uggghhhhh enough ranting, Marge is posting me 5 dvds for the holiday of shitness so that I'll have something to watch for 5 of those 12 days. She's sending 'Mamma Mia' ('in case you wanted a bit of a sing-a-long, I don't know' - LOVE HER LIFE!!) and 'Troy', because it's long. Clever, clever mammy.
Anyway, 60 days til I'm back from the japside of the earth for 2 whole weeks eyyyy :)
Love to all, hope my other French homies are staying strong haha. xxx
mardi 12 octobre 2010
Your mum's a restaurant
So, this weekend was literally the funniest thing to happen to me in a while! Have met an absolutely cracking bunch of assistants in Clermont-Ferrand and, work aside, this year's pretty much looking like Freshers all over again! This pleases me greatly :)
Bit pissed that Clermont whipped Saracens on Saturday, as they are ma home boiz and I was rather hoping that they would REPRESENT but no. Have been keeping the fact that I'm originally from Watford on the d.l. in the staffroom...
Apart from that, shit's good. Still no internet, so I'm missing Eastenders, X Factor, 90210, Glee, The Vampire Diaries and other American crap that I enjoy watching on a daily basis. I try not to think about this too much as it really, genuinely upsets me that I don't know if Mary got through, what's happening to Naomi after her rape and overdose OR what's going down in Mystic Falls :'(.
Had my first lesson today! Bit awkward, had the first year of BTS who are aged 18-20 aka Lauryn's age. Literally don't know what to do with them lol. Btw tip for any female assistants teaching BTS - put on a bit of make-up and smile and the boys eat out of the palm of your hand. True story. The girls, naaattt so much, but I find that they tend to be better at English anyway so it's all gravy. I will also be teaching BTS year 2 (some of whom are nearly two years older than me!) but they have an oral exam at the end of that year so I'll just be going over the exam every week with them! If anyone's got any ideas about what to do with year 1 BTS I would be ever so grateful! The other years will be fine as they have a very simple, set curriculum. So we can talk about clothes, SOCIETY (deep), sport, leisure, GOVERNMENT (deep) and other really standard things.
My résponable has been really nice and given me two 8am starts after I asked her if she could please not do that as I am moving to Clermont at the earliest opportunity. So that was really nice of her. But on the plus side, I have Wednesdays and Fridays off woo!
Anyshits, am still missing everyone and cannae wait til my two whole weeks in Angleterre at Christmas!
Liebe liebe liebe xxxxx
Bit pissed that Clermont whipped Saracens on Saturday, as they are ma home boiz and I was rather hoping that they would REPRESENT but no. Have been keeping the fact that I'm originally from Watford on the d.l. in the staffroom...
Apart from that, shit's good. Still no internet, so I'm missing Eastenders, X Factor, 90210, Glee, The Vampire Diaries and other American crap that I enjoy watching on a daily basis. I try not to think about this too much as it really, genuinely upsets me that I don't know if Mary got through, what's happening to Naomi after her rape and overdose OR what's going down in Mystic Falls :'(.
Had my first lesson today! Bit awkward, had the first year of BTS who are aged 18-20 aka Lauryn's age. Literally don't know what to do with them lol. Btw tip for any female assistants teaching BTS - put on a bit of make-up and smile and the boys eat out of the palm of your hand. True story. The girls, naaattt so much, but I find that they tend to be better at English anyway so it's all gravy. I will also be teaching BTS year 2 (some of whom are nearly two years older than me!) but they have an oral exam at the end of that year so I'll just be going over the exam every week with them! If anyone's got any ideas about what to do with year 1 BTS I would be ever so grateful! The other years will be fine as they have a very simple, set curriculum. So we can talk about clothes, SOCIETY (deep), sport, leisure, GOVERNMENT (deep) and other really standard things.
My résponable has been really nice and given me two 8am starts after I asked her if she could please not do that as I am moving to Clermont at the earliest opportunity. So that was really nice of her. But on the plus side, I have Wednesdays and Fridays off woo!
Anyshits, am still missing everyone and cannae wait til my two whole weeks in Angleterre at Christmas!
Liebe liebe liebe xxxxx
vendredi 8 octobre 2010
Thiers!
So, things really have picked up since Wednesday - I have friends! Things were pretty miserable before and I honestly didn't see a single human being last weekend; but I was very relieved to discover that I wasn't getting upset over nothing and my feelings towards this place were normal!
At the assistant training day, one Engligh teacher from another lycée in the city repeatedly said 'you must be so depressed in Thiers'. And he was being serious which, in a way, was actually quite comforting! The other assistants were horrified when I told them about it (and I'd sugar-coated the details a bit!). I'm going out with them all in Clermont-Ferrand tomorrow night, allegedly to the biggest club in France? Hmm, we'll see about that!
I am using a computer in the staffroom atm, and am disgusted to discover that there's a block on facebook! However, have had a good day! Had bank meeting no.2 this morning and the bank manager and advisor are both the lovliest people! So that helped a lot and I was able to get my RIBs straight away to give to la vie scolaire (who were getting quite angry! Not my fault the bank's so small and never open therefore very busy!!).
I also really saw Thiers for the first time today and I have to say, despite myself, that it really is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Idyllic, but not ideal :p yeh get meh. I have befriended a lovely American post-grad who is assisting at the collège behind my lycée and at a lycée professionelle. Her résponsable has done everything for her that mine hasn't and the staff at the Foyer she stays at have also been very helpful, so she was able to show me everything she's learned/seen/been to, today! I've found a laundrette!
The town centre's hilarious, Thiers is the CAPITAL of CUTLERY, don'tcha know? Every other shop is a cutlery shop (no word of a lie) and there is even a CUTLERY MUSEUM down CUTLERY ROAD. There is also a mechanical-looking clock in the centre ville which has water running from underneath it and every hour on the hour, a metal dude pops up and starts banging a knife and fork on the clock and these weird factory noises are played. If I worked in the café opposite I would have smashed the twat by now, but as long as you only see it once it is hilarious. And trippy. When it started, everyone walking past stopped, put down their bags and turned to face the clock and watched in silence until it had finished. I was actually pissing myself laughing but kind of in a nervous way. I felt like I was in George Orwell's 'Nineteen Eighty-Four', for some reason!
After that, we discovered a cheeky Spar (same thing in England) that also sold clothes and seafood. SURE! Then we found the medieval bit of Thiers. It really doesn't seem real down there! Hidden in the mountains are buildings that have been around for bare time and still have all their original features, inside and out. And people still live there! It's incredible to see these houses from the nothing century that look like they belong in a period drama or a recreation in a museum/historical attraction with modern numbers fixed to them and a few washing lines here and there! My new church where I will be attending mass on Sundays was built in 575 and restored in 1107 and hasn't been touched since! It's actually amazing.
Blatently I cannot live in such a place so will hopefully be moving to the city asap, but I feel kinda privileged to be working in such a place and can't wait to show Emma and Marge around when they visit before Christmas!
STILL haven't got my timetable and I can't see that happening until late next week, but I'll update me bloggy to let you all know how it goes being a teacher to people who are actually a year or two older than me :s
More mountain lovin' xxx
At the assistant training day, one Engligh teacher from another lycée in the city repeatedly said 'you must be so depressed in Thiers'. And he was being serious which, in a way, was actually quite comforting! The other assistants were horrified when I told them about it (and I'd sugar-coated the details a bit!). I'm going out with them all in Clermont-Ferrand tomorrow night, allegedly to the biggest club in France? Hmm, we'll see about that!
I am using a computer in the staffroom atm, and am disgusted to discover that there's a block on facebook! However, have had a good day! Had bank meeting no.2 this morning and the bank manager and advisor are both the lovliest people! So that helped a lot and I was able to get my RIBs straight away to give to la vie scolaire (who were getting quite angry! Not my fault the bank's so small and never open therefore very busy!!).
I also really saw Thiers for the first time today and I have to say, despite myself, that it really is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Idyllic, but not ideal :p yeh get meh. I have befriended a lovely American post-grad who is assisting at the collège behind my lycée and at a lycée professionelle. Her résponsable has done everything for her that mine hasn't and the staff at the Foyer she stays at have also been very helpful, so she was able to show me everything she's learned/seen/been to, today! I've found a laundrette!
The town centre's hilarious, Thiers is the CAPITAL of CUTLERY, don'tcha know? Every other shop is a cutlery shop (no word of a lie) and there is even a CUTLERY MUSEUM down CUTLERY ROAD. There is also a mechanical-looking clock in the centre ville which has water running from underneath it and every hour on the hour, a metal dude pops up and starts banging a knife and fork on the clock and these weird factory noises are played. If I worked in the café opposite I would have smashed the twat by now, but as long as you only see it once it is hilarious. And trippy. When it started, everyone walking past stopped, put down their bags and turned to face the clock and watched in silence until it had finished. I was actually pissing myself laughing but kind of in a nervous way. I felt like I was in George Orwell's 'Nineteen Eighty-Four', for some reason!
After that, we discovered a cheeky Spar (same thing in England) that also sold clothes and seafood. SURE! Then we found the medieval bit of Thiers. It really doesn't seem real down there! Hidden in the mountains are buildings that have been around for bare time and still have all their original features, inside and out. And people still live there! It's incredible to see these houses from the nothing century that look like they belong in a period drama or a recreation in a museum/historical attraction with modern numbers fixed to them and a few washing lines here and there! My new church where I will be attending mass on Sundays was built in 575 and restored in 1107 and hasn't been touched since! It's actually amazing.
Blatently I cannot live in such a place so will hopefully be moving to the city asap, but I feel kinda privileged to be working in such a place and can't wait to show Emma and Marge around when they visit before Christmas!
STILL haven't got my timetable and I can't see that happening until late next week, but I'll update me bloggy to let you all know how it goes being a teacher to people who are actually a year or two older than me :s
More mountain lovin' xxx
samedi 2 octobre 2010
Up my mountain
I now, officially, lead a lonely, mountain life :s
I have managed to find an internet cafe in the city, but nothing else!
In my room at the lycée, I don't have a kitchen, a washing machine or drinking water. The nearest supermarket is a 45 minute bus ride away and, as you can imagine, there are next to no buses. Not ideal.
No one is here at weekends so I live with lizards and don't have the internet or anyone to talk to, so I'm getting lots of language practice (not).
My résponsable doesn't really know what to do with me. They told me I don't need to come into school until next Thursday. Great. Literally going mad here for lack of company and so much greenery! Sadly, such a place is not for me.
I did invite myself along to one English class, though. The pupils' homework is to write a mini essay on me, so I literally feel like Jesus now, which is something. Up my mountain, with the lizards, having essays written about me...
This situation really does suck a great amount, but luckily I have a meeting in the city on Wednesday for the English assistants in this region. I am currently living for Wednesday.
Not a lot else to say really, apart from negative stuff I don't wanna waste all my time typing!
Am missing everyone stupid amounts and can't WAIT for the visits to my mountaineous region to commence.
Mountain peace <3
I have managed to find an internet cafe in the city, but nothing else!
In my room at the lycée, I don't have a kitchen, a washing machine or drinking water. The nearest supermarket is a 45 minute bus ride away and, as you can imagine, there are next to no buses. Not ideal.
No one is here at weekends so I live with lizards and don't have the internet or anyone to talk to, so I'm getting lots of language practice (not).
My résponsable doesn't really know what to do with me. They told me I don't need to come into school until next Thursday. Great. Literally going mad here for lack of company and so much greenery! Sadly, such a place is not for me.
I did invite myself along to one English class, though. The pupils' homework is to write a mini essay on me, so I literally feel like Jesus now, which is something. Up my mountain, with the lizards, having essays written about me...
This situation really does suck a great amount, but luckily I have a meeting in the city on Wednesday for the English assistants in this region. I am currently living for Wednesday.
Not a lot else to say really, apart from negative stuff I don't wanna waste all my time typing!
Am missing everyone stupid amounts and can't WAIT for the visits to my mountaineous region to commence.
Mountain peace <3
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