Bittersweet Moments

So this will be one of the final posts on this blog, well at least, a post that will be related to my Year Abroad. I have 16 whole days left in this little town of Lannion and for the most part, I'm not sure what I'll be doing. I would love to travel to Brest and St Malo so I will look into that.

Over the past few weeks, my life has mainly been filled with teaching and bureaucracy, so not much exciting to write about. However, last week, I did go to London on a school trip. I have a feeling I was only asked because they were short staffed, but nonetheless, it was a good week. The journey took about 13 hours in total; we travelled by coach up to Calais then crossed to Dover on the ferry. We had the same coach and the lovely driver all week, so that made things a little easier.

We arrived in London about 9am Monday morning and spent the day looking round Westminster, Buckingham Palace and Piccadilly Circus. We finally got back to our host families late in the evening and we (myself and the 3 other teachers) collapsed into our beds. Not sure how I'm going to write the rest of this post really, I mean, I could list the places that we went to but sadly, there isn't much else to say in addition to that. 

The main things that stick in my memory are that; I got to meet up with 3 friends in Covent Garden and I tried frozen yoghurt for the first time, some students we 50 minutes - to an hour late when we had given them free time on Oxford Street and that we spent 9 hours in Canterbury on the Friday, with nothing planned, on a day when it was raining. Sadly, we had to spend at least 9 hours there before getting the coach back to France because, by law, the driver needed that amount of rest. When we returned to the coach, we learnt that the driver had fallen down the coach steps earlier in the day, but after I gave her some painkilling gel, she put on her smiley face and we left for Lannion. Little did we realise that she had actually broken a rib...! The picture below was taken just before we headed back to France.

Today was my last day at the school and whilst I'll miss some colleagues and students, I'm rather glad to leave because it means I'm closer to going home and enjoying some home comforts again. As a typically British comment, I would like to say I'm glad that the weather has improved, even though it now means I stand out (even more) like a sore thumb. I walked around town today in a vest top whilst the locals continued to wear coats and scarves...

A colleague has invited me to have dinner at her house on Saturday, but as of yet, nothing has been finalised so that might not happen. As lovely as it would be, I would feel so awkward and anxious. In some ways, I'm hoping she doesn't get back to me...

I apologise for how disjointed this post seems, it's just that I thought I should update this blog but there isn't much enthusiasm for it at the minute. I am about to finish a post for my other blog though, so keep an eye out!

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The Last Leg

So, it's been a while since I last updated, but there has been a genuine reason for that, don't worry. During my time away from this blog, I went back to England for the 2-week Winter Holidays. I wasn't always planning on going all the way back home but after booking a trip to the Isle of Wight and another to London, I was left with a gap of 6 days, so I decided it would be easier to pop back up to Leicester for a bit too. I do believe it was a good decision as well because the stint between Christmas and the end of February was really quite depressing as I often found myself feeling homesick.

I started the holidays by leaving Brittany by taking a ferry (well, two actually) to the Isle of Wight to see a friend who I've known for 8 years, but this was the first time we had met. It was so unbelievable exciting but nerve-wracking at the same time. I spent 4 days on the island meeting her friends and family, having a good catch-up and getting to see the world from where she lives. To be honest, it was quite surreal, because every so often we would remember that we were not talking on Skype, that it was real! I might go back over there in the Summer, when, hopefully, it'll be a tad warmer, but I'd like her to come 'up North' first. We'll see.

Then I made a trek back up home which included a long coach, a train and walk though a place where there was a ridiculous amount of horse muck, to where I finally got to surprise my parents by just turning up on the doorstep. I would have liked to have let myself in, but sadly, the door ate my key over the Summer, but instead, I was greeted by my cat, which if you don't know already, I treat like a child. Once the door opened, I was greeted with a 'uhh, what are you doing here?' from my father and a very-close to tears mother. The next few days were nothing to write home about really, I just chilled around the house, seeing a few friends and family.

Towards the end of the holidays, I headed down to London, where, to the annoyance of my friend, I repeatedly got confused between the Underground and the Metro... I guess that's why she decided to drop a big metal frame on my foot.... (just kidding, I know it was an accident, don't worry about it). Lots of people came down (or up, or over) to London that weekend because a friend from America was visiting for the first time. There are too many stories to tell really, but one of the highlights - and hopefully something that will interest a few people -  was seeing Matilda in the theatre. I was obsessed with the film as a child, so seeing Tim Minchin's version was just wonderful. There was a proper feeling of nostalgia but also awe at how well the young cast performed.

On Monday morning, I took the Eurostar back to France and within 5 minutes of leaving St Pancras, the landscape was completely white. 10 hours later, I made it back to the little town where I'm staying, later to hear that all Eurostar services had been cancelled due to the weather. Phew, that was lucky.

Nothing much exciting has happened this week, two lazy days where I had lessons but either no or few students due to the snow, a lesson based on a Murder Mystery which was fantastic and oh, more letters from the CAF demanding more documents. The same documents which I have already sent them. My cynical side says that they are delaying my application process on purpose, hoping that I'll either just give up or that it'll come to May and it'll be too late to do anything because I'm sure they'll refuse to transfer money into my UK bank account. Little buggers.

So, I have 22 days left of teaching and 49 days left in France. I have mixed feelings about that, so I'll just leave this post here. Suspense? I think not. 

A bientôt! xx

Finally February, Jog on, January!

I've been meaning to write this post for a while and considering it is now half 11 at night, I'm not sure if I'll finish it today. We'll see. My last post left you on a bit of a downer and for that, I apologise. I'll admit that I was finding it difficult to be back in France after the Christmas holidays, but now that I'm half way through this stint of teaching, I don't feel as bad.

Many things have happened since I last posted here, but I'll talk about the things that stick out in my mind. The first, chronologically, was the Equal Rights Demonstration in my little town which happened on January 19th. We had only expected about 50-60 people to turn up to the town hall, but in the end there were about 250-300 of us. It was a really good atmosphere. We might have been a relatively small protest, but we made sure we were heard. I also managed to find my way into a local newspaper, see if you can spot me, I've found myself twice.

Apart from working, I didn't really do much else apart from going to the cinema, having hot chocolates in cafés until the Saturday which has just gone. I've realised that I need to start doing more with my weekends, especially travelling, because, let's face it, time is running out. I finish my Year Abroad on May 5th. So this Saturday, I went to Guingamp with some other assistants for the afternoon and it was lovely. I got to meet new people as well as walk round a new town under a clear blue sky. Here are just some pictures that I took:

This weekend, I think we're planning on having a party like the one we had just before Christmas and then the week after, I've been invited to someone's birthday party where there'll be lots of karaoke and bowling. Think I might just have to go, then after that, it's the holidays! Woo.

Des Hauts et Des Bas

I know that I only updated my blog a few days ago, but that was all about being at home - well, it wasn't - it was a long-winded moan about my life in this house. That post was the result of returning to France feeling rather gloomy about spending the next 5 months here, no longer having a desire to teach and wishing that I had applied to a French university in a bigger city instead. 

Life has ups and downs, we can't avoid them and this week has been a true reflection of that. As a side note, I remind myself on the bad days that, if I were in England right now, I'd be doing final year exams and in the middle of a dissertation, which to be honest, I'm glad I'm not doing. Or if I had applied to a French university, I would probably be doing exams there too.

The rest of this post will be set out in two a section for the highs and another sections for the lows of the week, that'll probably work better than just rambling my way through the days.

Lows

• I felt rather crappy about being back here, but as the week went on, I've settled back in.
• I received my Interim Report back from my supervisor which I had to send back to Leeds. My mark was surprisingly low. I've since then, asked most of my colleagues (will continue this week) for their opinion on what and how I could improve. One suggested reading French poetry out loud, another to listen to and watch more French programmes and another has arrange to chat with me every Monday lunchtime. How lovely.
• I crossed paths with my stalker today in the launderette. He asked me about why I wasn't answering his calls, I told him to bugger off. He did, eventually.

Highs

• To counterbalance the spoken French mark, I received feedback for the really tedious questionnaire I had to fill in before Christmas. I'm really pleased with the amount of corrections and the comments made; I know where I went wrong and I do plan to revise these aspects of grammar. Sightly annoying though, as usual, when I read back over what I had written, I changed a few things because I thought they were grammatically incorrect, but they weren't. I should have left them.
• My classes have gone really well this week, my favourites include the one on gender stereotyping, where we looked at an article about a little boy, Sacha, who has been raised gender-neutral. I'll be doing this lesson for the next two weeks too; I'm glad about it, I really like this class.
• Also I loved some classes where I did New Year activities. For example, I gave the students a list of 8 people and they had to complete a table of their wishes for these people's love life, health, money for 2013 and also to give them a New Year's resolution. That went okay, but it wasn't what was so amusing. Some classes then decided to make up a story using these people and when the list includes François Hollande, Marine Le Pen and Justin Bieber, you can imagine the results. One class said that Justin Bieber and Marine Le Pen would have a car accident in the same place as where Princess Diana died (just a tad sensitive) and that François Hollande saw the accident, laughed but then died because he choked on his popcorn...
• I had the first choir session of the year. I don't get such a feel-good sensation from it as I do with the choir in Leeds, but it's still good.
• I had my first taste of a galette des rois and I had the piece with the King/Queen inside. Well, actually, you could see it because of where we had sliced it, but I was given that piece anyway.
• This evening, I went to the cinema and saw The Life of Pi/L'Odyssée de Pi. It's a really good film, but I think I might have to watch it again in English, because the version I saw was dubbed (obviously) so I couldn't lip-read to help me understand. I really enjoyed looking at all the animals though, and the massive herd - what is the correct collective term? - of meerkats!

But anyway, The Show Must Go On (this just happens to be a song I'm learning with the choir here). Another week ahead of me, nothing much planned as of yet, just the demonstration I mentioned last time. Good news though, is that this term is only 7 weeks long, whereas I thought it was made up of eight weeks. Wahoo.

Where did the time go?

So, Happy New Year to all my readers, I hope 2013 bring you everything you want and more. Right, enough of the cheesy stuff. I thought I'd update my blog because, although it might not be long, I've got a few things to mention and if I don't do it now, I'll forget most of these things, or the new post will be ridiculously long.

As I'm sure you know, I went home for 12 days over the Christmas break and honestly, the time flew by. I knew that it would because I'd be busy seeing family and friends and time always seems to pass quickly on 'big event' days such as Christmas Day and New Year's Eve. The journeys to and from Paris CDG weren't as horrific as I had imagined them to be. Most of the trains ran on time, and even when they didn't I still got to the airport two and a bit hours before my flight. All was going well (ignoring the screaming kids, howling cats, and rude passengers) until I arrived in Birmingham. Well, actually until I got to the Baggage Claim area. I whizzed through customs because I have the new type of passport so I went through the machines that check your passport/retina and when I got there, there were NO queues. Win. 

So I got to baggage claim and after about 10 minutes, I began to panic. I was seeing the same pieces of luggage come round and round the conveyor belt again and again. Finally accepting that my bag, for some unknown reason, had not made it to Birmingham, I filed a complaint/filled in a lost bag form. I was told that it would be on the next CDG-BHX flight (sorry for being lazy there), which was due to arrive that night at 10pm. Admitting defeat after travelling for about 16 hours, I felt as if I was crawling through the 'Nothing to Declare' area. I was greeted by my parents in the Arrivals area, then nearly died at the extortionate £17 car parking fee - which didn't include a receipt - so I couldn't try to claim the money back. Cutting this story short, 3 days and many calls to Air France later, a nice guy turned up on my doorstep Christmas morning with my bag. I still have no idea why it didn't go on my flight, I checked in with hours to spare.

Being at home was wonderful, I went out for so many meals and caught up with some amazing people. I even managed to pop up to Leeds for two days and saw three friends up there, one of whom is Kirsty, who is also on her Year Abroad in Pau. You can read her blog here. Something that still makes me smile is when I think of when we went bowling, I was playing the best I have ever played and scored a fair few strikes/spares across the three games. I only managed to win one game though, and even then, that was because the system had messed up and have given one of Kirsty's scores to me.

I've been back in Lannion since Saturday night and already it seems like the holidays were ages ago. Even by Monday lunchtime, teachers were asking when the next holidays were coming up. I have a new timetable which will be put in place next week; it's not pretty at all, but I'm sure I'll get used to it. I also have a clean kitchen. Yes, a surprise, isn't it? You might not have seen the photo on Facebook, but I sent a photo of the dirty pots to my landlord and explained that someone in the house isn't pulling their weight. I got back to the house on Saturday and the kitchen was spotless. I have since found out that the landlord had come round to check how everything else was and then spent six hours cleaning the kitchen. Six hours.

So, that's all for now. Not really much planned in the upcoming weeks apart from an Equal Rights demonstration in Lannion next weekend and, when I finally build up the courage, I'll be asking for a day off, so I can see some wonderful people in London in March.

A bientôt xx