Well, well, well. And the first week of my second stage has passed. And I am dead tired. Though it's getting easier to get up at 6 am every morning. All it takes is some getting used to, it is.
The teachers are mostly nice, and now that I know the names of a few of them, I don't feel quite so lost.
It gets quite boring to just watch the lessons and take notes after a few days, but today, I finally got to help in a group that was preparing posters in French. It fest good to be doing something.
I hope that I will be able to maybe teach a lesson soon. Hopefully. It makes everything so much more interesting. And it helps that my schedule is slowly coming together as I'm finding regular groups to accompany.
Unfortunatly, a friend has been less lucky. At the school she's been sent to, the youngest students are 17, they're almost all males, and about 1 1/2 heads taller than her. She, the History and Latin student, spent her first hours of work experience watching some tarts wash each other's hair.
She's seriously considering doing her attempted teaching in that class. I can already see it:
Tarts: *brush hair* dominus
Friend: Alright, girls, and now "libido"
Tarts: *brush* libido
Friend: And now say something smart.