Highlights of my life...

Last week, someone got arrested (I guess for public intoxication, or something similiar) while I was online at the internet cafe.

Yesterday, I saw a guy throw his keys into the gutter by accident, and then watched him fish them out with a friend.

It's sunny and warm today.

3 of my classes are cancelled for the coming week.

We borrowed an oven so now we can bake something, if the mood strikes.

I should be getting paid within the next couple days.

Wow, from the looks of this list I have absolutely nothing exciting going on. I guess that is true, but it makes me feel slightly worse to see it on paper like that. I've been spending a lot of time alone. If anyone knows me at all, you can imagine that it's not really going so hot. It's kind of ironic, because in the States, most people crave "alone time," time to to whatever you need to or want to do without dealing with others. But in the States, everyone is just a phone call away. And here, I've been more or less pushed into the life of a loner, and let me tell you, it's not all it's cracked up to be. I think that humans are social, so this isn't really cutting it. Why are people in Macon to afraid to let an American in? French people in general are very clique-y and I can safetly say that I don't have any French friends that I haven't first met in the States. Oh well, how much time left? 44 days?

this is an old story, but i'm online so i'm finally posting it

On Sunday, I was in my room not doing a whole lot, when I decided to spend some time in front of the mirror. Really, I don’t even remember what I was looking at, nothing much, probably just making some faces and thinking about how dark my hair has been looking since my haircut.

I turn around, and somehow manage to trip over something, either computer or speaker wires that are just kind of hanging out in my room. I think it was the speaker wire, and I clearly remember Svet telling me that I should not plug in my speakers like that because I was going to end up tripping on them.

But on Sunday, the wire wasn’t plugged in, it was just sitting on my floor, so I wasn’t really paying much attention to it. I turned around from my “mirror time” and somehow managed to seriously trip on the speaker wire despite the fact that it was on the ground. My speakers went flying across my room, but that’s not a serious problem. The real problem involved a burning candle and a lot of melted wax. I had a scented candle burning on the table right in front of my speakers, and in sending the speakers flying across the room, I also managed to send the aforementioned candle and wax flying.

There was and still is a lot of green candle wax everywhere. On books. On paper. On lesson plans. On my pencil case. On my rug. And of course, a lot ended up on the floor. So while I was in trip recovery, all the wax managed to rapidly cool down, and hardened all over my room. I guess I should be glad that none of it made it onto my bed, because that would be a real tragedy. The sad and slightly pathetic part of the story is that I actually picked up my speakers and got them back into place before I even noticed the candle catastrophe.

After I realized the entirety of what happened, I walked into the kitchen and explained my situation to a couple of roommates, who collectively handed me a butter knife and wished me good luck. I got to work scraping wax first off the books, then throwing away the waxed paper, then going to work on my floor. After I had a sizeable pile of wax shaving, an unfortunate result of butter knifing the floor, I swept up that mess, and thought about how to go to work on the rug and pencil case.

As the butter knife had no effect on them, I went back to my roommates to get some wax advice. The best I can figure is that I need to buy some kind of crappy towel that I can iron the wax onto and then throw away. That hasn’t been done yet. So besides the green wax that is still hanging out in my room, the most unfortunate side effect of the whole situation is that now my floors are as if they have just been waxed, meaning slippery. That’s just what I need. I already fell on non slippery floors, so all I can really do is just remember not to walk around in socks, and wait for the next fall. And I guess not light anymore candles for more than five minutes. I mean, not that much wax can melt in five minutes, right?

Happy May Day

So had a party at the high school this past weekend. Was good, kinda crazy...tried to introduce beer pong to the french masses, but just wasn't received that well. I think it's because their plastic cups here are just tiny.

Going back to work tomorrow, should be fine I guess. I haven't actually prepared anything yet, but I'll do my best to throw something together. I think I promised some kind of game. Me and my big mouth. Oh well.

Ummm...I changed rooms, to the other side of the hallway. Now tons of charming high schoolers won't be able to make loud noises before 8am right outside my window. Seemed like a good thing at the time, besides I was able to get rid of a bunch of crap before the giant purge approaching in 2 months. I seriously don't know how I got my stuff here, and am really going to be shocked if everything makes it back. Some people bring back gifts for people...and I should just say now that I am not going to be one of those people. Me being in the States is going to be gift enough. HA.

Went to La Rochelle last weekend to see people, it was awesome. Good to get away. Next Monday is a holiday, might look around for some last minute deals to go somewhere this weekend. Sucks that traveling alone just isn't my cup of tea.

The German and the Spanish assistants have left. They finished teaching mid April. The school is a lot quieter and the fridge is a lot roomier with them gone.

I can't believe that it's May. So it's what, about 70 days until I'm back? Hopefully I'll go by fast, have I mentioned that small towns are just not for me? Maybe when I'm in my 40's. With a family. But I'm not so into living the middle-aged life at 21 years. Oh well. That's the way the cookie crumbles. Or something.