Having just had a 45 minute phonecall with my French ‘responsable’, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of excitement mixed with anxiety for my year abroad. She was more than helpful, and completely reassured me on the boring, long-winded (and sorta necessary) tasks like banking.. housing.. lesson planning.. it’s not like I’m gonna be a teaching assistant or anything. I asked a few questions about the school, already knowing that it is elitist, prestigious and beautiful. My ‘responsable’ (mentor) also added to the description, in her best English, that; “the kids.. or teenagers.. are not naughty or bad, but there are some posh ones. It is fine though, you laugh at it." I couldn’t help but laugh, firstly at the frankness of the sentence, and secondly at the thought of my Kentish self fitting in there. Still, something to work on..
However, I’m more excited at the prospect of being able to ski every Wednesday! I was informed that she could “sort out an arrangement with the P.E. teachers" (sounds very MI5), whereby I can join the students on their weekly trip to the snowy Alps. Couldn’t think of a better way to spend my Wednesday afternoons for seven months. Bring. It. On.
On a separate, more teacher-related note, I’ve been asked to think of an English musical/play that the eager Frenchies can perform as a ‘project’ next year. Due to my lacking knowledge of drama or the like, I have absolutely no ideas so will be relieved to hear any suggestions!
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