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2 octobre
O my, today at school was one of those days. I went in, and I always feel a bit awkward in the salle des profs—teachers’ lounge—because I feel like I look like a student. But anyways, I run into Alain, he shows me my locker, and then the proviseur of the school—basically the principal—comes up to me and wants to say hello, shake my hand, etc. Well dang it, I’m overtired and pretty much just not with it, and I thought he was trying to get by me to the other end of the room, so I scooted out of his way. And he followed me, hand extended. And I kept trying to scoot out of his way. Finally I figured out what was going on and said good morning to the poor guy. Really, it’s quite comic when you take a far-away look at the whole scenario—but at the time I was mortified…and still am to some extent.
I’ll supposedly sign the contract tomorrow (on Thursday, they said I’d sign it today, so I am feeling skeptical). Also bought a meal plan—30 euros for seven lunches, I’m beginning to feel that I’ve been duped. It’s a bit much for a school lunch. Although perhaps a French school lunch is worth it? On verra.
Spent time online getting emails sorted and train tables found for Wednesday and the trip to Orléans. Alain invited me to go to his house for lunch, which was nice of him. I tried pâté, which was quite tasty, and we had beef, tomatoes, grapes, fresh figs from his garden, and yogurt. My first real French lunch.
M. Bride came by this evening to have us all sign the housing contracts and to do an inventory of the house. Yay for that being over. Once all our rents are paid, we’ll be really official.
Nicolas—who we met at the neighbors’ party and who is sort of seeing Catherine now—came for dinner. He speaks Spanish as well as English, so could talk with all of us in our native languages…gotta love trilingual people. We had a very nice chicken potato curry over rice, and a tasty red wine.
We’re going to try and plan a housewarming party for the weekend of the 14th, I believe. Can invite our neighbors as well as the other assistants. There’s supposed to be a Spanish assistant at my lycée, but haven’t heard anything about him/her yet.
O my, today at school was one of those days. I went in, and I always feel a bit awkward in the salle des profs—teachers’ lounge—because I feel like I look like a student. But anyways, I run into Alain, he shows me my locker, and then the proviseur of the school—basically the principal—comes up to me and wants to say hello, shake my hand, etc. Well dang it, I’m overtired and pretty much just not with it, and I thought he was trying to get by me to the other end of the room, so I scooted out of his way. And he followed me, hand extended. And I kept trying to scoot out of his way. Finally I figured out what was going on and said good morning to the poor guy. Really, it’s quite comic when you take a far-away look at the whole scenario—but at the time I was mortified…and still am to some extent.
I’ll supposedly sign the contract tomorrow (on Thursday, they said I’d sign it today, so I am feeling skeptical). Also bought a meal plan—30 euros for seven lunches, I’m beginning to feel that I’ve been duped. It’s a bit much for a school lunch. Although perhaps a French school lunch is worth it? On verra.
Spent time online getting emails sorted and train tables found for Wednesday and the trip to Orléans. Alain invited me to go to his house for lunch, which was nice of him. I tried pâté, which was quite tasty, and we had beef, tomatoes, grapes, fresh figs from his garden, and yogurt. My first real French lunch.
M. Bride came by this evening to have us all sign the housing contracts and to do an inventory of the house. Yay for that being over. Once all our rents are paid, we’ll be really official.
Nicolas—who we met at the neighbors’ party and who is sort of seeing Catherine now—came for dinner. He speaks Spanish as well as English, so could talk with all of us in our native languages…gotta love trilingual people. We had a very nice chicken potato curry over rice, and a tasty red wine.
We’re going to try and plan a housewarming party for the weekend of the 14th, I believe. Can invite our neighbors as well as the other assistants. There’s supposed to be a Spanish assistant at my lycée, but haven’t heard anything about him/her yet.
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