Anyways, I don't have anything too extraordinary to share, but I feel as though I should give some sort of update for those who are living vicariously through me (haha, I'm kidding).
Going home for Christmas was great. Well, let me correct myself-- Being home for Christmas was great. The whole getting there was not very fun. Almost missed my flight because AirFrance is stupid. I got to be that person running through the airport as fast as I could, tears threatening to stream down my face, making it to the gate right before they closed the doors, and getting evil looks from those passengers already comfortably situated. Whatever. Moving on. Great family and friends time. And my cat. I got to see my cat. That was nice. The jet lag was great too. That was a joke. Since I was only home for a week, I wasn't about to try to adjust myself to Cincinnati time just to have to return to France land, so I got to be an old lady and go to bed at 9 and wake up at 6 everyday. Lovely.
Coming back to Angers was wonderful. Most of the other assistants were away, so I got to spend some quality time with the city. Experienced déjà-vu (French, woo!) walking to the castle and through the parks. But then I just thought about how much had changed since I had walked those streets for the first time just several months before and I started missing everybody.The reunion was great, and honestly, within the first few minutes, it felt as if we had never left. I feel so thankful to have met so many incredible people. They have made my experience so fun and worthwhile. So many unexpected adventures and memories.. *sighs* Alright, I'll stop this sob fest... still got months to go.
Going back to work was bittersweet. I actually did miss (some of) my students. I did not miss the whole waking up before the sun though. A lot of assistants have been saying that since we've come back, work has been easier, which I guess is due to being more comfortable? I'm having a more difficult time though. I think my patience is getting shorter and those little buggers are slowly wearing me down. Constantly coming up with new, engaging lesson plans is exhausting! Once again, I'm reminded that teaching isn't my true passion, or at least that I don't want to make a career out of it, so I think the stress of having to start looking for more permanent, satisfying jobs back in the States is starting to catch up to me. (sidenote- don't get me wrong though... there are very rewarding parts to this job, but every day really is unpredictable, and my current mood is blah, thus the pessimism.)Alright this has gone long enough. Well, not quite. Here's what else I've been up to... I'll make it fast-- New Years Eve, sleep, French dinner, coffee, pizza & board games, assistant birthday, curry, coffee, orange chicken, cheers-n' to the govna, coffee, coffee, coffee, the Lion King, beer, wine, walk, rain, texting with your nose, shopping, coffee, coffee, fire, coffee. In summary, I'm addicted to coffee. Help.
Two things to look forward to: 1. Morocco the first week of March! 2. Meeting up with two buddies from high school in Paris! #wyotillidieo I'm sorry, that was obnoxious, and even I hate myself for it.
