It's been a week since my last entry and I haven't done anything very interesting except work.
Work was interesting, though. I have a reputation as a child-hating bitch so don't repeat it, but I actually enjoy going to work every day and seeing my kids. Yes, they're my kids now, how about that? I've become one of those people who wants to talk about "her" children all the time.
I don't know if I'm just building tolerance for noise, but I don't mind them yelling anymore.
A few of the ones who looked like they were going to be so hard to work with turned out to be absolute angels on one-to-one.
On Tuesday I scolded Issa and Naty because they were being jerks in the cafeteria and punished them by taking them from their table and making them eat only with me, away from the other kids. Well, I'm not too sure how that worked but they ended up liking me more, asking if they could eat at my table again on Thursday and kissing me on the cheek to say goodbye. When it's only one person and them, these boys are adorable.
Like an utter dumbass, I had a silly happy grin on my face after that, like I'd achieved something super hard so I was proud.
I still love my 1st graders. They're like puppies, you know? So cute you want to hug them and pet them and kiss them. Then they start eating and it's like "what the hell? That food should be in your mouth, not around it!" But they give you the sad puppy look and make you squee so you forget you're mad at them and just tell them not to do it again.
Remember Matteo? The one I feel like trying a few wrestling moves on? Ugh.
On Monday, I was supposed to ask his teacher to write a note to notify his parents about his disrepectful behavior, but since the weekend had gone by, I'd forgotten about the bad stuff. Still, I had to make clear I wasn't a fool so I stood in front of the entire class and stated how if he didn't behave himself correctly from now on, his parents would definitely hear from me. The kid was bummed and told me I shouldn't have said anything because now his teacher was going to write his parents anyway. I told him she wouldn't if I didn't have anything bad to say about him, and since he was a good boy and I'm fair, I did tell his teacher he hadn't been an ass that day. So far (and I don't want to jinx it), it's worked and Matteo's behavior has improved. I hope it stays that way.
Can I just say how I still shake like a leaf when I have to talk in front of a class full of kids? Even when I'm supposed to be the authority. It's pathetic. I'm 25, for God's sake!
On Tuesday I was alone with 16 kids in the recreation room. It went well, except when 8-year-old Ibrahim told Lindsay she was a bitch (something like that) and laughed in my face when I reprimanded him. He earned himself the right not to come back to the recreation room until next month. I laid down the rules, you disobeyed, you're punished.
I'll be on strike next Thursday! My first strike ever as a member of the French administration, I'm so excited!
"But Cécile, two weeks into your new job and you're already on strike? Aren't you afraid you're going to get fired for that?" Well, see, two weeks is the average time between two strikes in France, haha. And not going on strike like your other co-workers is looked-down upon over here. But hey, if schools are on strike, it means Leandre's teacher will be as well and I get to watch him all day. Money, YAY!
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I'm for sure going to Nottingham! I bought my ticket on Monday. I'm more excited for this than for the strike!
The other day I was daydreaming about what I'd do if I won the lottery and I thought I'd like to buy a house in Nottingham. And one in New Jersey. And one in Paris in a nice neighborhood with lots of bedrooms so my foreign friends could come stay there as often as they'd like. Kind of like a hostel, but free and nicer.
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I found the bra I lost almost a year ago. It was under the wardrobe. How it ended up down there, I have no idea. How I didn't find it before is even more of a mystery.
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Also, Madeira isn't happening anymore because the owner of the hotel we were supposed to stay in never got back to us and was conveniently unavailable of the time. I'm not heartbroken at all because instead, my friends and I are going back to Brittany! It means more hanging out by the sea, more zip-lining and tree-climbing and more not being at home while staying in a country where I speak the language and I don't have to sell a kidney to buy a plane ticket to.
I haven't had a camera since I went to Nottingham. It feels like it was years ago. I want a camera, whine moan whine moan.
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Last weekend I went to my friend Delphine's place and we watched Black Snake Moan, which was kind of fun, and re-watched Across The Universe and sang along to all the songs like the losers we are. We especially enjoyed Hey Jude.
I'm totally naming my son Jude if I ever have kids. It shouldn't happen, though.
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I need to see Elodie so she can lend me Breaking Dawn. I need closure for the Twilight period of my life.
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