Hate doing blogs like this CRINGE but anyways.
So finally on my year abroad and have to go to France despite the fact I despise the language, the people (some of them) and the food, I'm only doing it because my Uni (Aberdeen) is decent at French and I get decent grades so might as well go along with it.
First day was disgusting, got the plane from Belfast to Charles de Gaule in Paris and it's a fuck off massive place and nearly got lost. had to get 3 different trains to Rouen which was a nightmare and I would still be in Paris now if it wasn't for a random helping me (I cried.)
So i got here, spanish teacher picked me up (late) took me to "mcdo" aka McDonalds took me to hers and told me I had to go into class with her the next day at like 7, fucking ridiculous I was wrecked!!!!
Went to my school the next day, was ok just sat in and watched her do spanish then the English teacher picked me up to take me to my studio. Got to the studio, it was freezing, no internet, no phone, the family were weird and I cried again. So sat feeling sorry for myself then remembered a girl I met on facebook was here so text Jenny, she said she needed help moving in so I said I'd help seeing how she lives 20 seconds down the road. Took a bottle of wine, we got tipsy, decided to go out to mcdo, then stumbled across a cocktail bar and it would be rude not to so had a few mojitos and a free one (cheers xavier) and departed.
Next day my electric went off in my studio and the family had pissed off somewhere without telling me, it was getting dark and was shitting myself so I packed a bag of clothes and food and wine and went to Jenny's to have dippy eggs and toast. A beautiful friendship began.
Crawled back to mine the next day, no sign of them so went to the market with Jenny. Liverpool were playing United that day and Sunday being a day of football in pubs back home silly me assumed we could find somewhere to watch it. but no this is france. so ran back to mine to watch it and we got beat HAPPY DAYS. never a penalty though or a sending off fs.
Monday met the other assistants Caroline, Leanne and Chris dead on people like. trooped about Rouen, got fucked violently fucked over by SFR (French phone and internet company,) went home and cried again. went to Jenny's (I basically live there now) had more wine and i was happy.
Tuesday was first day of class. Got told by a teacher upon me trying to enter the staffroom "It's teachers only in here) lefal i look like 12. walked into class everyone was like "who's the new girl) lefal I'm your teacher. The oldest class is 20 year olds and youngest is 15. The 15 year olds are actually way nicer and they seem to actually like me the older ones are like wtf shes our age.. don't blame them I'm the same, its weird. Also got a phone number of one of the children.. pretty awkward.
Wednesday met the assistants again, and a new one Kaitlyn from Canada. Made chicken curry that night at Jenny's and painted the Canada flag on Kaitlyn's nails (unreal if i do say so myself)
Its Thursday now and I'm talking shite, sitting here with Kaitlyn and Jenny. Found out my family had wifi the whole time, this is after me spending 40 odd euro on a shit internet connection but sure. Also finally have heating which is amazing and a coat.
aye.
P.S Chris if you are reading this, you broke my chair.
