Saturday 12 January 2013

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.

Tuesday 8 January 2013

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