Pamplemousse, madame?

Salut my little choquettes!

We are speedily heading towards Christmas - hurray! My boat is booked to go home in December and I've booked a hotel in Caen so I can stop off along the way. There's a few things to see there and I'm kinda wishing I had a little more time to wander around.

Last weekend Imogen, Lauren and I went for a little frolic around Fécamp which is on the north coast. We really had no idea what to do when we got there. Lauren had done a little research and she told me there was a fishing museum. As thrilling as that sounds, we didn't even see it. There was a market though and we had a little wander through before having a nose into some shops and buying a few things. We bought lunch from a cute little boulangerie/patisserie and ate it on the church steps. I had my first proper French chouquettes!

Chouquettes!

Unfortunately the weather turned on us after lunch and it started getting pretty windy and rainy! Nevertheless we decided to take some photos by the cliffs with big smiles and they came out rather well. I was quite excited to see that Guy de Maupassant used to live in Fécamp where these apartments now stand by the harbour.

So anyway, I've noticed this trend at the school canteen. The French love their big lunches. Typically you'll have something warm (meat and plenty of vegetables) then you can pick and choose from each section of salad side dishes, yoghurt, dairy, fruit and some kind of dessert. Oh, and pretty much as much baguette as you like; I generally help myself to two slices. So when it comes to fruit it's generally pretty variable in what there is available like bananas, apples, oranges, clementines, grapes. But everyday without fail there are always plenty of half grapefruits available. I actually like grapefruit but can never really be bothered to eat it at home so I've been getting a good dose of vitamin C every time I eat at school. The great thing is that I haven't had anything totally awful yet, though admittedly I'm fairly easy when it comes to food. There was one some kind of meatball and tomato and a sauce served with rice that looked GRIM but it actually tasted great. The other day there was ice cream and this made me a very happy bunny!

As we speedily head towards December I'm really starting to think about what I'm going to write my Cultural Report on. I've now decided on the subject of the planned water purification centre (yawn) and to get some documents I'm going to need to visit the town mayor and maybe even the head of an environmentalist group - luckily I was speaking to a teacher at school about this and she even said she'd come with me which was very kind of her! I felt extremely guilty at that point because, for the life of me, I can't remember her name!!

I'm trying very hard to read the local newspapers as much as possible now to get to grips with the local news and also some language. I've been compiling a list of new vocab that I've been picking up here and there. One nice thing that I picked up in Marie Claire was the phrase 'être mort(e) de rire' which is to say 'to die laughing'. Another thing I picked up in class was when I saw a girl in one of my classes bring in a tiny rubber duck; I asked her if it was a lucky charm. She didn't understand so I described it and told the class about traditional British lucky charms. The point was that I learnt that the French for 'lucky charm' is 'porte bonheur'. The thing I like about learning things in situations like that is that I know that it is going to stay in my head and I bet the students love being able to teach me something new too!

ttfn x

'I'm partial to a cheeseboard'

Well, I'm back in Fauville-en-Caux, it's weird how quickly I adjust back to French life. Also, I've finally shaken that pesky flu and cough that I've had for a week or so now.

On Friday I headed back from Egham back to France. The journey there was fine, and getting off the train was fine too. Problems started to arise when the sun went down. In accordance with the law in France I have light converters on my car's headlights (basically stickers blocking the light from going into French drivers' eyes). However, this actually blocks the lights and can make it quite difficult to see the road ahead when driving in the dark. French motorways and major roads aren't lit in the evening, nor do they have helpful little cat's eyes either. Add lots of drivers on the other side of the road (so I can't use full beam) with very bright lights that go in your eyes into the mix and you can probably imagine how difficult it can be just to make sure I stay in lane. Luckily, I developed an idea on the journey that I've dubbed 'The Light Buddy System' where you hopefully find another driver ahead going roughly about the same speed as you, adjust to match it and use the light from their car to help light the way (seriously, this works). Problems with this system arise when they turn off leaving you stuck in almost darkness until another car comes by (roads in France can be fairly empty) and also when they just drive too fast for a car with a 1.3l engine to keep up. I ended up following a big lorry going fairly slowly for a while...

So while I was back in the UK I stocked up on British delights like Robinson's fruit squash, baked beans, bourbon biscuits, chocolate digestives, shortbread, Malteasers, Cadbury's chocolate, fudge, cheddar cheese and plenty of mince pies - they were buy one get one free, okay? I also bought my favourite 'emergency ramen' and some other noodles (the French aren't so keen on Asian cooking... except rice.

I'm back to school now, I only taught on Monday though as I had a teacher training day on Tuesday. I thought I'd put it out here again that Imogen laughed at me for ages about the fact that I said 'I'm partial to a cheeseboard' because she thought that is was 'the most southern thing [she'd] ever heard'. Aside from the constant threat of being mocked in class (thanks, Chris), it was a bit of a nice day off (apart from the getting up at 6am part).

Today I had my first session of tutoring. An art teacher at the school approached me and asked if I would tutor her daughter who's in her last year at school. I followed her in my car to her place and it's the most gorgeous old farm house - the French have such lovely old houses in the countryside! Inside it was very rustic (or as I learnt today, authentique). The interior was amazing too with old wooden floors and shelves full of mismatched jars full of homemade jam, honey, lentils etc. the whole thing was incredibly charming. So I met my new tutee and we basically chatted for an hour. It's such a nice change to speak to a student that that can speak English relatively fluently. She even took it upon herself to independently study Romeo and Juliet (in English!) - I was very impressed.

After the tutoring I went to Bolbec to the SFR to set up internet in my apartment because I'm getting a little bit sick of the iffy stuff I get here. I am PRETTY proud of the fact that I did all of it all by myself and all in French. Then only minor problem was when she started talking about a parabole and she was trying to describe it to me at 'round and white' which didn't really help! Luckily I figured it out that it means 'satellite dish' just as she was scrambling around looking for a pen and paper to dry to draw it! Another hitch was the fact that the apartments aren't numbered so the poor girl had a hard time trying to find my apartment on the system. They tried tracing my line through the old number but that didn't work so there was a little faff around trying to find it. I feel quite sorry for the girl, I'm fairly sure she was pretty new because she had to ask for help quite a lot but excellent customer service, SFR!

I'm really starting to feel like I'm getting the hang of French now. A month ago I would NEVER have dared to go and sort out internet myself and I can have pretty long conversations with French people about lots of things now which is amazing! But the best part today was when my tutee today said that I have 'a cute French accent'. WIN. 

Off to make some marrons glacés now!

ttfn x

PS: You know a letter is from Jenny when the addressee on the envelope looks like this:

'Do you like One Direction/Justin Bieber/Gangnam Style?'

Although this is rather late, I thought I ought to report my findings from my two weeks of teaching. Right now, I'm back in Englefield Green for my Touissaint holidays with a good cup of tea. So far I've been completely stuffing myself with good old British fare and playing lots of Assassin's Creed on Alex's PS3 (also bought the new one - booyah!).

Perhaps you are wondering how I travelled from Fauville-en-Caux to dear old Egham? I drove nearly 400km in total. I drove to Calais, hopped on the Eurotunnel and then up from Folkestone to the Green. BTW I've never driven for more than an hour and a half before and never driven in England let alone on a motorway after driving in France for over a month! FML! Happily, the drive to Calais was absolutely fine. Roads in France are typically fairly clear except during rush hour but the most cars that I ever had around me on the motorways was about four. I used my trusty Tom-Tom to get me to the Eurotunnel and it took me to the freight place full of massive lorries. I was not impressed. Thankfully I had left plenty of time ahead for me to faff around and get lost but I eventually made it to the Eurotunnel terminal and actually managed to hop on an earlier train.

I had a little nose around in the shops in the Eurotunnel terminal and was horrified to find that it sold Jacob's Creek, Echo Falls, Hardys, Gallo Family next to the amazing French wine. SERIOUSLY?! WHO COMES TO FRANCE TO BUY THAT CRAP?! So I got my car onto the train no problem and it set off. I read War Horse on my Nexus 7 as we went along but then the train stops early and a message goes out saying that there's a 'technical problem'. I pretend to calmly carry on reading but my head is just going 'OMG I'm actually going to DIE here. In this random tunnel under the sea. omgomgomg it can't end this way.' We were delayed for half an hour but I obviously made it here unscathed.

I got to the UK and got onto the M20 and my first thought was 'Why does everyone drive so slowly here?!' (Obvious sign that I'm becoming French). My second thought was 'It's SO. BUSY. HERE.' Still I soldiered on and nothing went wrong until the M25 where I was stuck for an hour in heavy traffic; I was not impressed. Took a wrong turn coming off the M25 and accidentally went to Staines (URGH!) but I made it to the Green safely with my precious cargo of French wine and cheese which I was sorry to say was ponging a bit after sitting in my car for seven hours!

So anyway my first couple of weeks of teaching have gone quite smoothly. I already identified 4e (Year 9) to be the troublesome age group in my school. There are some massive pains in the class; when I speak to the staff about certain kids even the nicest of them struggle to find clean language to describe them). Side note: found it childishly hilarious that one of these awful children is called 'Gaylord', and that's genuinely his first name. Poor kid.

Generally I find that 6e and 5e (Years 7 and 8) are quite eager to learn and love playing little games whereas 3e (Year 10) are a lot more serious. In France they do their brevet (GCSE equivalent) at the end of 3e and then do their bac (A-Levels) for three years instead. It is fairly common in France for kids to re-take years so a lot of people are older than eighteen when they leave school.

So teaching 6e, 5e and 3e went really without a hitch. They were generally responsive and some classes are an absolute dream to teach. There's one class that I like to privately refer to as 'The Angel Faced Class'. It's a class of kids that pretty much all have the most adorable innocent faces and they're all very eager and a general joy. LOVE THEM.

Back to 4e. Not all of them are bad, there are some really sweet ones that really genuinely want to learn and are constantly raising their hands but some just are so completely insolent! shoghaskhtktfit - I don't even have the words to describe how frustrating they can be. There are kids that are brazen enough to throw things at one another right in front of me when I'm speaking to the class. So out of nowhere this amazing teacher voice comes out and starts letting rip and yelling at the class. The stunned looks on their faces are pretty hilarious. It's so obvious that their first impressions were 'Right, she's young, she might not even speak French, and she's a short girl. We're going to completely take the piss with her and she probably won't be able to control us HEHEHE'. After the shouting at the class they were more like 'Okay, maybe we should behave a bit better.' Ten minutes later and they're chatting again. *rolls eyes*. It's quite bizarre really being back in a noisy school after being at university where lectures and seminars are basically silent.

My first classes were all really focused on introducing myself to the kids, for the younger ones it was on a more basic level like my name, age, nationality, number of pets etc. but for the older ones I had prepared a presentation. I found that I connected with the kids when I talked about films I liked like The Avengers and Despicable Me which I learnt is called Moi, moche et méchant in France. I also took questions. They all like asking about Gangnam Style, One Direction and Justin Bieber; I was not impressed. -_- One sweet 6e boy wanted to ask whether I had a boyfriend but didn't have the vocabulary for it and ended up saying 'Do you have a man of your life?' which I thought was so adorable!

Generally they're good kids who want to learn and I'm excited about teaching them. A couple of the teachers have observed my classes and say that I'd make a good teacher - eek! For the rest of my time in the UK I'll continue to relax, eat and play Assassin's Creed before I head back to dear old Fauville-en-Caux for a good boulangerie baguette (man, I miss those things).

TTFN!