Tuesday, 12 March 2013

Heating, House and Holiday



I’m finally almost recovered (even though this cold is certainly more ambitious than I was hoping) so it seemed like a good time to write another blog.

On Sunday night, we went to see Argo in English. Great film – I understand the criticisms of it but it’s difficult to deny that it’s tense and well-directed.

Monday morning saw me laid in bed feeling very sorry for myself and thinking ‘please don’t make me have to go to school today’. Apparently luck was with me because I promptly got a call telling me that school was closed due to a heating malfunction. I have to admit to being a bit happier about this than I probably should’ve been but I very hardly ever miss work with illness and I hadn’t been going to let myself that day so I don’t feel too bad.

Saturday, 2 March 2013

Theatre, Tour Eiffel and Theme Park



I’m ill, blog-readers. Whilst I haven’t yet reached a full man-flu meltdown, breathing is difficult and I’m currently rocking back and forth in a corner singing ‘Soft Kitty’ to myself. I am desperately hoping my classes decide to play ball this week or I may just quarantine myself in a stationery cupboard.

Last week I popped back to England to see some of my favourite people. Ellie very kindly let me sleep on her floor for the second time this year and I had such a good time.

On Wednesday we went to Costa in the morning. As much as I like espresso, I’ve definitely missed going to Costa for a latte so this was a perfect start to my stay. In the evening we ate at the newly refurbished Bridge Bar in the student union. SUSU have done a really great job on The Bridge. It looks completely different from how it looked before and the new design is such an improvement. The food was really nice. Pretty cheap as well, which is always a plus! It was nice to have a few hours with Annie and Sera to chat while Ellie was at ArtSoc and there was some good live music too.

Monday, 18 February 2013

Annie, Alisa, and America



I’m not quite sure how it’s the 18th of February, I seem to lose a fortnight every time I blink at the moment. It really is terrifying how fast the year abroad has sped by – in just 8 weeks, I will no longer live in France. I love the UK and I’m sure I’ll soon settle down back at home but at the moment the thought of leaving France is really sad. I’ve really come to love this town (in spite of its many quirks!) and, as I was discussing with a couple of assistants the other day, there won’t be many other times in our life where we’re so free and unrestricted as we’ve been these past few months. I’m also terrified that my fourth and final year of university will pass as quickly as this third one has. At the moment, the “real world” seems like a distant battle but leaving France will signify at enormous stride in the direction of that struggle.

February has been no quieter than any other month since I arrived here in France. In fact, if anything, it feels like it’s been the busiest yet!

Thursday, 31 January 2013

Seagull


The full title of this post is ‘Seagull, Silver-Screen and the Seine-Maritime’ but lots has happened in a very short space of time so I’ll split this blog in to three handy sections (the other two will be separateposts below this one) and you can pick and choose which you read.

Before we begin, I’ve decided that England is one of the worst places to learn English for non-native speakers. When I was at school, I knew a French native who’d worked in Scotland and here I’ve worked with someone that worked in Northern Ireland and another person who has spent time in the USA. All of them have far better intonation and more authentic sounding accents than any French person I’ve ever met who lived/studied in England. It seems to be better to go somewhere with a strong accent that you can really pick up. (I imagine this also works for other languages.)

A Seagull (Or ‘You couldn’t make it up’)
They come here. They all come here. How do they find me? – Max Bialystock, The Producers

My friend Donné particularly enjoys asking me the question “How do you get yourself in to these situations?”. This is mainly because I have proven repeatedly that if there is anything bizarre, crazy or irritating within a 10-mile radius then it will likely go out of its way to try to hunt me down.

The last week has been no exception to this rule. It started with small things like a man asking me what day it was and finding the answer quite traumatic. After this came a student tirade about the evils of jelly. Another fairly amusing thing happened at Tuesday night’s language café (my commitment to attend is going strong). Sam and I were on an English table with some quite... interesting people. One French man was finding it difficult to hear which caused him to misunderstand quite a few things that were said. This eventually resulted in him writing down that a Korean girl’s name came from her parents wanting her to grow up to be ‘beautiful and white’ rather than ‘beautiful and wise’.

Two events, however, really surpassed themselves in trying to be my weirdest thing of the week. The first was a man running after a seagull shouting and swearing at it. The seagull had managed to steal his takeaway, get the tray out of the bag, open the tray AND start eating before he managed to catch up with it. Here is my sneaky photo of the seagull and his spoils:
This is what winning looks like.
 The second strange event of my week was less pleasant than watching a man getting mugged by a hungry seagull. I got on the bus to goto school and sadly so did an incredibly drunk man. He was aggressive, shouting and swearing at all of the other passengers. The rest of the bus ganged up on him (one quite elderly lady said ‘We’re just trying to get towork. What are you doing for society?’) and the situation was escalating pretty quickly. Eventually the bus driver stopped and said she wouldn’t go any further until the contrôle (ticket inspectors/bus bouncers) arrived. Eventually three of them arrived and carried the guy off of the bus. He didn’t take this very well and as we drove off with everyone on the bus cheering he was still shouting and lashing out at the control officers and a policeman.

Please send in your own entries to my ‘You couldn’t makeit up’ competition. If I get any good ones, I’ll pass them on.