Tuesday 27th June 2017
Our teacher is a plump happy gray haired lady and today thanks to me, she couldn’t stop laughing. She was trying to get me to use the correct article, and I kept saying the wrong thing. I had no idea what she was trying to get me to say, finally I think she gave up and just started laughing hysterically, which made me laugh, and then every time she looked at me laughing she’d laugh even harder. It was so embarrassing but I’m not the only one she’s laughed at when we can’t get the right word. Regardless, class did feel easier this day than yesterday, at least most of the nerves have dissipated, and it feels easier to understand directions.
After class Dryden, Anthony, Eric, Malory
and I took the tram to downtown
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| Downtown Grenoble |
After lunch we all went home to try and
recuperate for the next day. Most people are still a bit jet lagged and trying
to adjust to the schedule. I thought I wasn’t still jet-lagged, or even tired,
and I thought I was adjusting pretty well, granted that I wasn’t the girl who
cried and had an anxiety attack on the first day, although it very easily could
have been me. It is strange the things your body does to you when you are under
stress. I was happy to come home early today because classes were early. By 4
pm I had my homework finished, and began looking online at return train tickets
to the airport. I have felt tired since yesterday, so I finally decided to
close my eyes and laid down on the bed. I began dreaming immediately in a very
deep sleep. I dreamed I was walking through a very tall tent, as tall as a
circus tent but this one was white and A-framed. I was walking on top of stacks
of boxes and books and afraid of falling. There was a slit in the very top of
the tent and a little beyond where I was I could see people climbing up through
the slit and then walking on top of the tent. I wanted to get to them very
badly, and I, very unstable-like balancing on these great piles of boxes and
books walked over to the slit and put my head through it, but then someone or
something pushed my head down and was trying to close the slit above my head. As
I saw there was no other way out, I began to sob, like big heavy heaving sobs,
full body convulsive crying, and I kept crying until the tears sliding down my
nose woke me up, and I realized I was taking a nap and crying over a dream!
I have had this happen before, but never
have I cried so hard. All this falling asleep and dreaming and crying and
waking up happened in the space of 15 short minutes and after that I couldn’t
fall asleep again. It was a very disappointing nap, to say the least.
Helene and Pierre decided to have dinner
in the garden, which sounded like a wonderful idea to me, because it was still
a bit hot. She cooked a large fish with a very white fillet, I’m not sure what
kind, and even though I don’t love fish, it wasn’t bad. It did have these
green, what I think were capers on it though, and they tasted kind of weird.
There was also baked potato and carrots, which was nice to have something
familiar to go with it. I wore a skirt that day, and I forgot all about the
mosquitos when we went to eat in the garden. Halfway through the meal I
realized I was itching my legs. I looked down and discovered I had about 20
bites on my legs. I went inside to change into long pants, but the damage was
already done. I was miserable, and still recuperating from all the bites on my
face neck and arms from the night before. Helene gave me some bug spray and I
quickly took a shower before putting it on, but my legs hurt and itched a lot
the next few days.
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