I lasted 8 days living with the hippies. (Doe, in case you're keeping track, that's exactly 7 1/2 days longer than your short but glorious career as a corn de-tasseler.) They were incredibly sweet, but I had a dream folks--a dream of living in an apartment where flames do not shoot out of the microwave, where the smell of hash doesn't permeate every surface, an almost magical place where the bathroom is not an experiment in communicable diseases...
Call me crazy.
Long story short, I met a 23-year-old French woman named Cecile outside an apartment I was going to look at. We hit it off, liked the apartment and decided we wanted to live together. We've only been living there for three days, but no complaints yet. I even have a real French manicure.
Yesterday we called the phone company to have internet put in, so I should have internet access in a couple of weeks. (And no, dealing with a phone company in a foreign language is not fun--thanks for asking.) Eventually we will have a couple of other roommates, but for now it's just the two of us.
Work at the school is going well. I scared the crap out of the 12-year-olds on Wednesday. They had to sit down with me in pairs and answer questions like "What is your father's name?" and "Who is your favorite actor?" They were adorable, but I thought a few of them were going to pass out.
Oh, and did I mention I only work Tuesday-Thursday? Life is rough.
Well, that's all for now. I hear there was an inch of snow on the ground this morning in Minnesota...
I think I'll go to the beach tomorrow. :-)
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