The next day, I got up early to head to the teachers’ lounge, hoping to catch Ian online before he went to bed. We actually got to talk for a while, even though it was one in the morning in
It was really interesting to see what is more expensive and what is cheaper in
This morning I went, again, to the Prefecture, to finish applying for my French residency card. I had all the paperwork in order, and so (if I understood the woman correctly) they will send me a letter when the card is finished, and I can go pick it up. I think I am done with paperwork now, but I’m knocking on wood just in case. I finished early at the Prefecture, surprisingly enough, and came home for that delicious grilled cheese before heading out again to go to Collège Marcel Pagnol, the other middle school that I am teaching at. The bus ride from here to Pagnol is about a half an hour, with one transfer. It’s quite a pain, really. It’s a depressing bus ride, as it goes through the worst part of town, and ends in a part of town that is not-so-good, either. The numbers of HLMs in
I worked out a schedule at Pagnol so that I will be teaching from on Thursdays (with a 2 hour break for lunch). With my other six hours at Camus on Fridays, I will have a five day weekend from Saturday to Wednesday. I am not sure what I am going to do with all of my time (considering that none of the other assistants have such a posh schedule), but I am quite excited for the liberties this schedule will afford. I have never, ever had so much free time before. I am so used to working at least two jobs and going to school full-time, working only twelve hours a week, not having any homework, and having two week vacations every other month is going to be a little hard to handle, I expect. Not that I am complaining! But I think I might have to take up some more hobbies…I feel like I am retired!
I managed to get myself completely lost in
This evening, three of the other assistants (all English girls…I can feel my dialect changing slightly, already!) and I went to the train station, to buy our discount rail passes (for being under 25. Woohoo!), and to see about train tickets to
It’s been nice moving into the studio, making a home for myself, and meeting more people. I am still incredibly homesick, and still want to come home. Especially when I think about how long it will be before I have a phone or the internet. But I know that coming home now would be silly, and that I am going to enjoy this year so much. When I think about the year as a whole, when I think of the fact that I won’t see my family or most of my friends for eight months, when I think of all the things and holidays and events I am going to be missing back home, when I think of the tiny number of days I will see Ian in this next year, when I think of it in its entirety, it’s then when I feel the worst, when I think I won’t be able to do this. If I take it day by day, step by step (left, right, left, gauche, droit, gauche), then I think I can do it. It’s just putting one foot in front of the other.
I can't upload photos to Google, so you'll have to wait until I have my own internet connection.