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Life in France: Day 6


Day 6, September 29th

Work went fine again today, back in the computer room.

I did some research to seek out specific articles in magazines, registered magazines in the school database and put them in their right spots, organized by edition and date. I did the same with the newspapers, minus the registering in the school database – they don’t do that for the papers.

Still, little influences got to me, so I declined Melanie’s invitation to go to a barbecue and stayed in the apartment, instead. It’s been a long week and I haven’t had time to rest.

Tomorrow morning, our teacher goes back to Germany, so it’ll be just Kujtesa and I – with our guest hosts, of course.

Still no writing done, save for blogging. I’ve had so little time and what time I did have, I used to blog. As for tonight; I just couldn’t focus enough to get writing done. Here’s hoping for a change in that soon; I really would love to write. It feels like ages have passed since I put words to paper, when really, only a week has passed.

It goes to show how tightly things tie into your life. The shortest amount of time separating from that thing and life changes drastically.

Now, I get more sleep, which will hopefully help me. We’ve met our teacher by 09:00 every morning this week. I work at 09:30, as does Kujtesa. I can get in another half hour of sleep without that little rendezvous.

She did give us a list (read: three pages) of questions about the history here, that she wants us to answer before class starts again the 24th of October. I’m not very enthusiastic about figuring out the answers; even Sylvie, someone I work with, doesn’t know some of them.

The weekend approaches rapidly. With any luck, I’ll finish at 12:30 tomorrow, since that’s what time the person in the computer room finishes. On the other hand, I might get sent to the secretaries again. That would mean 17:30.

We’ll see how it goes.

I’m hoping 12:30. Then again – who wouldn’t?

Author: Natasha McNeely

I'm a writer, reader, gamer and a dreamer. I love losing myself to thought and considering possibilities. That is how I create my stories and weave the erratic tales into readable ones.

9 thoughts on “Life in France: Day 6

  1. I need to go through your other blog posts to catch up! Sounds like you’ve got two awesome things going on for you- Europe and education. It can’t get much better than that. πŸ™‚ Loved Paris when we visited a few times, and Strasburg….jealous! haha!

    • I’m glad you’re interested enough to do that! I’ll be posting daily – I leave France the 21st of October.
      It is quite awesome. I only going to see the train station in France; not there long enough between trains to see more. 😦

  2. I hope you can get off at 12:30, too. Much, much better than 5:30! And I hope you get the time to write. Maybe the weekend will yield more free time to do so.

  3. I’d recommend carrying a notebook if you don’t already! That way, if you find yourself with any spare time during the day, you can jot out a little bit of writing here and there. It’s not an ideal situation, but it’s better than nothing. πŸ™‚


  4. HI Natasha,

    I’m loving following your experiences (just caught up with all 6 days). What a wonderful opportunity to be able to spend so much time immersing yourself in another culture! I wish I had been able to do something like this when I was younger. Keep up the good work – I will read all the posts πŸ™‚

    Sharon x

  5. Pingback: Life in France: Day 7 | Natasha McNeely's Guide to The Beyond

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