So it's September now and that means it's getting scarily close to the time where I actually have to leave the country and move abroad for seven months. I should probably be more excited. Actually, when I let myself think about it at all, I'm just very, very nervous.
I'm teaching English in a primary school in a tiny village called Rouvray-Saint-Denis which is about a 50 minute car journey out of Orléans, the place where I'm living. I had the option of living either there, or in another town called Toury which was a fair amount closer to Rouvray, but from what I could glean from Wikipedia (admittedly not much), Toury is not actually that much bigger than Rouvray and is really a big village rather than a town. I figured it would be better to live in a city where there's more to do as we are only contracted to teach 12 hours a week anyway, and that I'd worry about how to get to and from the school later. This is actually something I still haven't worked out yet.
I should also point out that I've never taught before, ever. Two of my main worries are that either I'm going to be really, really bad at it, or I'm going to hate it. Possibly both, but let's not go there. However! In an attempt to be vaguely optimistic in my first blog post of my year abroad, let's go through some positives: I finally have an address in France, I have a housemate who's also on the assistantship programme from Leeds University, my landlady seems very nice and helpful, I've sorted out the majority of the documentation I need (I think), and French schools seem to have an absurd (but delightful) amount of holiday.
Everything else, I'll figure out tomorrow.
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