Well, this lot appear to have snuck into the back of class after the register has been taken!
As I don’t want to risk their education and put their whole future professional lives at risk….
I’ll ignore their tardiness and say a few words about…
Even more new arrivals to be the next wave of…
Assistants in France!
She’s blogging at Oooooooo la la… la France…
She’s a London Girl…
She’s moving to Brittany any day now to start teaching in a town called Landerneau…
Which is near Brest, which….
As she says….
“I feel at the moment about going to france because I’m scared I like to to take the piss out of the name and its uncanny resemblance to BOOOOOOOBIES!!”
Come on; you just know that this is going to turn into one of those, once in a lifetime blogs that you’re going to check up on every day!
“Oi, London Girl without a name – you’re movin’ into my gaff – you hear!”
“‘Spect sum manners an’ sum respect!”
“You’ll find we’re all Diamond Geezers round this way!”
In fact she’s also moving to Brittany!
What have we done to deserve this?
What is this going to do to property values?
Mary blogs at trèfle à cinq feuilles and says of herself that she is…
“A recent grad of Rice University, this Kentuckian is heading to Quéven, France (in the Brittany region) to help French students learn English.”
I’ve got a good, good feeling about this blog as well!
Why not pay a visit yourself and say hello to Mary?
She blogs at Kinny09
I do hope that Kinny has loads of adventures and…..
She’s going to blog about them…
Sorry, Amber, I will forget about your roundabout habits – just not in the near future!
Still, Chelz00 looks live a very bubbly girl and her blog, Metamorhphosis 101 sort of explodes on the screen – I like it!
Chelz00 – have a great time; I also have problems sleeping – there are ways round everything.
Make the most of your 8 months in Roubaix and…
Avoid riding scooters and steer clear of the roundabouts!
And, by the way….
Welcome to France!
Sarah from Sur le Chemin is coming over to Morteau, a little town in the Jura, a mountain range just north of the Alps to spend a year…
Teaching little froggies Canadian!
Whilst packing she admits to owning… “a pair of red teddy bear-spattered fleece pants that I haven’t worn in 2 years and likely never will again.”
And then goes to the bookshop… “so that I could pick up some teen magazines to show my classes when I get to France.”
Ah, that’s nice, isn’t it?
I bet a lot of Assistants don’t think about doing things like that?
Sarah – I think you’re going to enjoy your year in France…
Make sure you blog all about it and…
Those red teddy bear-spattered fleece pants….
Bring them with you; they might be a hit in Jura?
And Cate (I think that’s her name) finds herself in Toulouse as an assistante de langue vivante and is writing rather well about it all (although with a distressing lack of photos!!!) at cateebehrette
It’s probably best if I let her tell you all about herself…
“I am a 22-year-old woman who recently graduated from the University of Washington (Seattle) with a BA in History (and a double minor, should it interest the reader, in International Studies and Music). (I’ve never been sure about capitalizing the names of disciplines, but I like to, and it’s my blog, so there.) I spent January to June 2010 living in Aix-en-Provence on a study-abroad program and, despite being frequently broke, linguistically challenged and dressed in whatever is the opposite of the height of fashion, adored life in France–especially the south–so much that I determined to go back as soon as my bachelor’s degree was done. (My French boyfriend, whom I met in 2009, also had something to do with this. He’s an engineer here in Toulouse, and in my opinion is pretty rad. He likes Cointreau and sandals.)”
“Since my recent adventures in the totally kickass but difficult-to-market field of History (capitalizing it again, don’t care) have left me no worse but, economically speaking, not significantly better off than if I had never gone to school (and into debt) at all, I decided that it would be stupid to try to go straight to graduate school. I’ve no practical idea how I would use whatever training I might get there. Non-French citizen + no money + no school + don’t mind kids + want to move to France
= the TAPIF language assistantship (TAPIF stands for Teaching Assistant Program in France, an exchange scheme run by the French embassy in Washington DC).”
“As an assistante de langue vivante, I’ve been assigned to spend part of every week acting as a resource for the English faculty at the Lycée Saint Sernin here in Toulouse (which, in case you weren’t aware or don’t want to bother going to Google Maps, is in southwest France, not tooooo far from the border with Spain).”
Cate – welcome back to France – let’s have loads of juicy tales about life in Toulouse?
P.S. I like Sandals too but Mrs A Taste Of Garlic won’t let me wear them! Not so keen on Cointreau – more of a Ricard man, myself!
Well, that’s the late arrivals dealt with….
I was thinking that perhaps we should try from some sort of “Adopt an Assistant” scheme to help them settle in but…
I imagine that most of your would do that sort of thing anyway…
If you saw a Lost Assistant wandering round aimlessly?
If there are any more Assistants (or Students – we are equally interested in Students) out there who want their blogs featured here…
Just give me a shout and…
I’ll do my best!
All the best