Just another week...

Hey guys.

Today I've decided to get my brain cells back from Sydney who stole them quite a while ago. Unfortunately, they got used to write blog entries in english, so until I send them to rehab', I'll have to write my entries in the same language Syd writes hers.

It might be a little harder for you to understand what I'm saying. Just consider this as a kind of special training. (Diga, if you read this, I'm very, so very proud of you ! You CAN do it !)

So, yeah, what happened in the last week... Let's see.

On Monday, I was teaching my nine years old about knights and chivalry. They got so interested in that part of France history that I could barely send them to the afternoon break. This was the positive part of the day. We also had class photos... I had some trouble keeping my group of 28 quiet enough for the picture. But eventually I did it... Things grew a little harder when some of my pupils had to go to other classes to bring their siblings back for the family shoots. Some were asleep, other had paint all over their shirt, and a little girl of maybe six years old had just had a very nice haircut from one of her classmates. Hard time ! I was exhausted when I finally came back to my student room in the evening.

And then, I experimented some kind of nervous breakdown. I was so tired that I only wanted to crash onto my bed and sleep for at least a century. Problem : the next morning, my due lesson at the CFP was...music. Or, to be more specific, old-and-depressing-songs-from-the-fifties singing. So i just went knocking on Marianne's door and tried to explain in a quite confused way why I needed poison soooo badly. She gently patted me on the head and sent me back to bed.

Tuesday was a horrible day. Music in the morning and french teaching in the afternoon. That's an interesting subject, but not for THREE hours. Really NOT.

On Wednesday, I had a free afternoon. I was supposed to go buy a bathing suit, so that I could go to the swimming pool every Thursday. But Marianne happened to be sick, so I stayed home and made sure she was OK. And NO, it's not A-Flu. We're fine. For now. *Fingers crossed, guys...*

Yesterday, I finally got Marianne out the student home and took her to the "Place de Jaude" to purchase my new bathing suit. And I did so. I also did a very bad thing and entered by mistake the book shop next to the sport shop. You know the "FNAC", right... ? I came out of there with three unexpected books. And something like 35 euros in the hands of the shop owners. Dammit, they're so goooood at selling stuff... Means I'm so goooood at purchasing stuff. And letting my money fly away. Greaaat.

Today, the class ends at 4 p.m. I think I'm gonna go back at the end of the day and lay on my bed, reading my freshly-purchased novel.

Next week, I'll tell you if it was a good one...

See 'ya !