Sundays

Sundays here are depressing.

barren streets

no one's outside

Creil is silent.

I should remember to go to Paris on Sundays now.

even then lots of things are closed.

so i ask, "what do people here do on sundays?"
the answer: smile, "you rest, of course"


good thing it's monday now



Onto week #3 of teaching and on the bright side, I have a break next week! A nice week and a half off. Though I'm not doing much as is, but it'll be a good time to see the rest of France and then the rest of Europe.

So far teaching hasn't been terribly disastrous. Most of the kids are eager to learn and participate. So much that they shout out answers often. As a teacher trying to get her point across, this comes as a dilemma. On one hand, it's great because they're smart, are eager to participate, and they know what the correct answer is. On the other hand, one at a time! Is that too hard?








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