Thinking

I've noticed that once I think it's about the be dinner time, I take a break from homework, thinking, "Ok, good. I'll finish after dinner." However, my idea of when dinner time is is consistently very different from when they think dinner time is. Despite that, I still waste time waiting, even though an hour and a half later, when I could have finished all my work, I'm still saying to myself, "Dinner will be....soon. And then I will have the time to do my homework."

I'm an idiot, and I'm hungry.

Thinking

Three things I did today:

1. Took my Physics final at the Univeristy, which was an 1hr40 minute oral exam. I started studying about a week in advance, but none of that seemed to matter this afternoon. I was really nervous, and every time I wrote something on the board, my professor would go, "Ooohla." And then he'd say, "Are you sure about that?" and I would say, "...oui?wait Non.....wait..uh, oui?" Even though I knew it was "oui" and he'd just say "Oohla" again, and scribble something on his paper.

2. Had my last session with the two girls that I teach. As a Christmas gift, I found two easy Roald Dahl picture books in English for them. They seemed to know who Roald Dahl was, and were really excited about the new books, though I kind of doubt they'll actually read them. Oh well.

3. Went to the theatre with my host mom and her friends. It was a 3 hr. comedy of errors, that was really well done and had a massive audience, and I understood presque tout.

Thinking

My host brother, Jacques, baked me cookies this afternoon. And then chased me around the attic, pretending to be a zombie. I think he's trying to fatten me up to eat me.

A Day in the Life

This is a little late, but one day, I thought it would be interesting to take pictures of the things I see every day in France.

My house. #17.

The alley way I walk down, where the crazies hang their heads out the window and yell at me.

Poop. There is a lot, a lot, of this by my house.

The church I walk past every day.

Rue d'Alger. Ever single day, I march my booty up this street...

...until I get here (I.E.S building)...

...where I do this (French literature.)

Ha. This was on the window of the house next to mine.