Villiers

Tomorrow I am going to the village where I teach on Tuesday mornings (I must specify, as I teach in three different little towns) to have lunch with a mother of one of the students at my school. Weird? Not really. She’s fairly young, and I don’t actually teach her daughter, because her daughter is in CE2 (basically the equivalent of 3rd grade) and I only teach CM2 (5th grade) at this school.

But the woman is close to fluent in English and really awesome, and we met for coffee last weekend, and she is willing to cook me a French vegetarian lunch (aka with fish), and I am going to go hang out at their little house with her husband and kids for the afternoon and it might be nice, or I might get murdered. Who knows! Definitely one of the two things or a third thing will happen.

Definitely.

Lo, may I never become so jaded with this city that upon seeing this view after getting out of the train station, I don’t stop and stare, at least for a second.

Lo, may I never become so jaded with this city that upon seeing this view after getting out of the train station, I don’t stop and stare, at least for a second.

Rue Mouffetard at night, group shot, Monika in our courtyard, bar face

Wednesday afternoons are for watching youth rugby practice and pretending you totally have a not-weird reason to be there.

Wednesday afternoons are for watching youth rugby practice and pretending you totally have a not-weird reason to be there.

More frustrations.

Even though I feel like I have the majority of my shit straightened out (an apartment, a closet, a bank account, a market near my house, a job, a second job, an unlimited metro card), there are still so many frustrations here.

For one thing, we have to get a special stamp in our passport that says that we are not carrying any dangerous diseases inside our body. To get this stamp, we are required to send another stamped form to the department where they hand out these stamps, and wait for them to contact us. Unfortunately, the department is incredibly likely to lose your papers. Naturally, being the dumbass I am, I didn’t make a copy of my paper. Meaning that they most likely lost mine.

I got a thing in the mail saying that they received my paper (which doesn’t mean the end, because just because they’ve received it doesn’t mean it won’t get misplaced in the trash can) but nothing after that, and that was two weeks ago. I kind of don’t give a shit, because the worst they can do is deport me and I’ll have to pay a bunch of money but my life will go on, I just will have to host at a restaurant for a year while paying off all the money I owe on everything. I won’t get killed by the state because I didn’t have a check-up.

Also, my bank has decided that it will only post transactions that happened ten days or earlier, meaning that the things that I bought within the past ten days are not online. I guess I got paid today, I don’t fucking know, I probably won’t see it show up in my statement until ten days from now.

I need to eat some dinner and I have enough money to go to a restaurant but I don’t know if my roommate does and I don’t want to be a shit head and seem like I’m flaunting dat ca$h (because I’m really not), it’s just if I eat stir fried rice one more night…

then again, what the fuck am I going to eat at a restaurant, vegetarian meals don’t exist here.

Important photos from the night I went to see US vs. France: 

  • the shirt I wore had an eagle on it. It also said NRA, but it stood for National Restaurant Association (unfortch)
  • My roommates and I, all bundled up and not in our apartment
  • The crowd
  • The pitch
  • Roommates and Monika’s friend in the crowd, cautiously rooting for France.

To do tomorrow:

Since I was kind of up early and teaching all morning/early afternoon and stuff, I’m kind of celebrating my Treat Yo Self part of birthdays tomorrow. So,

  • Pancakes for breakfast
  • Stop at the cafe that I am so desperately trying to make mine
  • Write some, read some, either in the park (if its nice) or at the bookstore I like (if its overcast)
  • See a movie in the afternoon, either Tintin or some old American movie
  • Buy yarn and knitting needles to make a scarf
  • Eat a GIANT pastry, all by myself, preferably with a coffee to wash it down
  • Maybe go to a museum that is open
  • Make a healthy dinner
  • Watch probably another movie at home

By the way, in case anyone was wondering, these are also my favorite things to do. Like, literally, all of my favorite things to do.

Pints of Guinness make us whatever

Pints of Guinness make us whatever

I get mini anxiety attacks every Monday and Thursday.

Those are the days that I teach and then immediately have to go pick up Nima from school. I could probably do it easily, as it only takes me an hour to get from my apartment to the school, and I have an hour and a half to get to Nima.

Unfortunately, even though the bus is supposed to come to the bus stop at 3:05, it generally isn’t there until at least 3:30, which fucks all my shit up. So I end up panicked for twenty minutes or more, worrying about getting yelled at by her mom or this ten year old hating me more than she already does.

Ugh. Can it just be tonight already?

Also,

I was on fire with my insults last night.

There was this table of guys next to us and one of them was extremely attractive but his girlfriend came up halfway through our drinking and we were like “booooo” and then later a friend of the cute guy apparently pointed at Monika’s friend and the cute guy just shrugged like she was nothing special (she’s so friggin hot though). And she told us that and I was like “UGH THEY LOOK LIKE 35 YEAR OLD DIVORCED COMMUNITY COLLEGE PROFESSORS”

and then we all started gushing about community this season.