Anyway, first week back after the holidays went rather quickly. I'd been working with my 3eme on Shakespeare in the computer room, while the teacher remained clueless and thoroughly pleased with their 'enthusiasm' I couldn't help but notice that some boys in the corner were doing the Harlem Shake- clearly spending their time on Youtube. I needn't describe how ridiculous they looked. It's actually quite the step-down from Gangnam Style.
After a long week of keeping teens off sites they shouldn't be on, and being questioned at the lycée about whether a Gantry crane can be called a 'lifting' crane (I could have lived all my life thinking that there was only one type of crane quite happily), I found myself in Bourges for another weekend with the assistants. It was brilliant, Caitlin introduced us all to a rather popular game in France- Jungle Speed:
Here's the rules.
and here's some people taking it to the extreme-
fw a little past all the annoying drivelly talk and introductions.
Second weekend, Kathryn invited us to an apartment in Tours. One of the neighbours there was called 'Dieu'- God, can you imagine having the last name God! Only the French would have such a superiority complex that 'Dieu' would be an accepted surname. Anyhow, while searching for the apartment, Sam and I found ourselves on the upper floor and after pressing a button which I thought was the light switch, I realised I'd been ringing someone's doorbell. Of course I did the childish thing, I made us run back into the lift before anyone came. Playing 'knock-knock' at 22 is perfectly acceptable right?
Once in Kathryn's apart, we set ourselves down to some drinking games, unfortunately we waved goodbye to Isy's Macbook which took some alcohol in the wrong hole and completely frazzled. Farewell good friend, we had some good times watching Buffy together. As Isy mourned her inevitable loss, we cranked up the drinking a bit with Ring of Fire, Kathryn dressed head-to-toe in leopard pint and was extremely infuriated when Sam asked "Why are you dressed like a whore?" during the Awkward Question game, them being tied together as drinking partners did nothing to help their constant brawling throughout the night, Loren got rather merry and kept babbling to herself about Wales: "Can we ALL just take a minute to miss Wales... I really miss Wales" while Isy soldiered on and Maddy kept quiet and respectable. Me: I got a little merry, until we went out to the club where I sobered up again entirely. There weren't many people to begin with, the drinks were a rip-off (8 euros), there were far too many men to women ratio, and most of them were weird. There were even two elderly men trying their luck, in my head they were called Fagan and Grandpa Joe.GJ managed to pull a young French girl, they were disgustingly chewing eachother's faces off later in the evening- it was hideous. Anyhow, I whinged. People gave me bits of their drinks- to them, thank you! Eventually it got to the point where I was going to the bar to shot straight whisky, if I had to stay there then I may as well spend a fortune and be blootered I thought. Typically as I bought my last 2 drinks, the others wanted to leave- I downed one, then realised Sam and Kathryn were staying so might as well have some fun. Which I did! Mostly. Cue Captain Cockblock (previously named Sam), just as I was about to dance with a cute Frenchie I'd met earlier, he decided to 'save me': "I'm her boyfriend." Cute boy dashed off, I drunkenly raged at Sam for quite some time. Still not sure I forgive him. Anyway I had a decent enough night despite that, I was absolutely pissed as a fart and even managed to slam my back off the bath tub as I attempted to put on my PJ bottoms later that evening, I am my mother's daughter after all.
The next morning I had a DREADFUL hangover.
Several hours stuck waiting in train stations that day did nothing to improve my mood.
And last Friday we went back to Bourges for a farewell party for all the German language assistants, they leave early as their scholar year starts in April- joy to be them, huh? No holidays for them!
We all had a meal together, I felt sorry for the poor French waiter and waitress serving about 20 of us, they could have not looked more relieved to see the back of us once we'd finished our meal. My main had been rubbish, but my lord I asked for banana crépes and received a mountain of delight and looks of envy from everyone else- still one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life.
We all had a few drinks together, unfortunately with such a big group you never get around to talking to everyone however. I caught up with a few but barely spoke to some which was a shame actually.
So I've stolen a pic of the German assistants from Julia:
Julia, Sam and Lisa.
Goodbye, and good luck, I wish you well in all you do!
The first of many goodbyes has already been and gone, it's so damned weird. Things are coming to a finish here. I am excited to get back to my beloved Scotland, but wouldn't mind if time slowed a little more please!
Oh well, still got Shakespeare on the brain so...
Exit pursued by a Frenchman.
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