Oh what a week (or two) it has been. So sorry for the delay, but my Freebox (aka wi-fi, aka the key to the universe) hasn’t even been put in the mail yet, which is nothing short of torture.
I finally have a bank account (yet no bank card or checks or money in the account, so I’m not sure if it counts), a library card, and one watercolor in my journal–the first of many to come. We went to Marseille earlier this week for training and then they set us loose to teach, or rather, to drink rosé in the resto-u.
Today was my first day actually observing classes. I know I was not speaking French as well as they are speaking English when I was their age (or at least if I were, no one told me). Seriously impressive. I saw a presentation on Harry Potter (the prompt was “Scotland”…I think I’ll get along with them just fine), was asked how many kids I want to have, and talked about slavery, 9/11, and the Holocaust all in two hours (the last part brought about by explaining buildings on the National Mall and the Pentagon). I am a renaissance assistant, filled with wisdom of elementary school American history lessons–next week is Schoolhouse Rock.
Malheureusement, I am just getting over a cold–which I am convinced is from all the bising–but I can’t wait to tell you all about the book market we found on Sunday right next to my apartment and the salon du thé where maybe I will just live for the next seven months. Also maybe a post about my search for the best baguette in Aix. On va voir.
A la prochaine. (Cross your fingers I will get wifi soon I am dying.)