HOT DAMN, it has been a long time since I last blogged!
So yes, let's diagnose this prolonged absence as a blogger's coma, induced by heavy multi-cultural baggage and language barriers. And/or prolonged by...
- NO internet in our apartment, even though we bought a contract over 3 weeks ago.
- Lack of inspiration
- Side effects of adjusting to a new life in a new town, culture and country (Forbach, France).
I had many doubts about returning to France as an English assistant this time around. Yet, even with those doubts, I expected my second year as an English assistant to be like a Sophomore year in college. You know...the blinding-excitement and naiveté of a Freshman has been tamed. Instead, a certain self-assurance takes over, something you earned after one year in school. You no longer assume you will be best friends with some Freshman you just met (or my case, a native-English speaker). You partly envy Freshman, but simultaneously realize how silly you looked, as you can pick a Freshman out of a crowd (or in my case, American).
(side note; these are the only photos I have of me since I arrived. They were taken at La Tour du Schlossberg in Forbach)
Well, yes, those things are generally true this time around. I am familiar with the country and the region (Lorraine). I am a bit better with the French language (though, that is not saying much). However, lost in this metaphor, I forgot something crucial about Sophomore year: IT IS STILL NEW... a new semester, a new schedule, new professors...a lot that is unfamiliar. So, this is where I arrive today in France. Although, it is my second year to teach English, I am in a NEW town, NEW school, with NEW roommates. Therefore, I am struggling adjusting. I am not exactly LOVIN' IT (or C'est tout ce que j'aime as the MacDo slogan goes in France). In fact, most days, I feel defeated. However...I still get to eat good cheese, chocolate, and drink good wine. Plus, I will go to Paris this weekend for a birthday gift to myself. Oh yes, Paris, the best elixir in France for homesick wounds and cultural clashes.
Anywho, these photos might be a little boring, but here are pictures from my "new life in France":
My
tiny room...
Barely any clothes...
Making my own subs instead of buying Jersey Mike's or Subway:
Lunches at the school cafeteria instead of going out to eat. Also, they serve alcohol to the teachers during lunch. Hilarious!
Coffee in a café instead of on-the-go lattés.
A delicious treat from one of the two times I have eaten at a restaurant...
One of my best friends in France...
Mooching Wifi at the café, since we still do not have internet in the apartment...
And the town of Forbach...
Well, I will keep you posted... Hope it will not be another 20 days til I see you again! On verra...
