Today I got to speak English with a bunch of Brits. It turns out that there are only 2 Americans doing this kind of thing here, so as one warned, Im going to have a huge complex about my American accent by the end of the year. As if I havent already achieved a complex about my French having an American accent and several tokenly American ums and not to mention the fact that Im typically gramatically incorrect when I go so far as to say something about the future. Good thing I dont know too much about the future. So our little introduction to being an assistant teacher basically revealed that this job is really flexible and there are lesson plans for you to borrow from but you can basically do or say whatever you want. Yet, in conjunction with this, the grading system seems completely subjective and confusing. They basically were like you have to be hard so not even a native speaker can get a perfect score.

Anyway Im living with this French guy which kind of feels like Im going on several first dates without any goodnight kiss at the end. He cooks for & eats meals with me, takes me on walks, he helps me with everything; its actually really nice and totally platonic. Ive gotten to practive a lot of French with him and hes very easygoing so I dont feel so stupid when I mess up....gotta go

Just licked some nutella leftover in the corners of my mouth. I must be in France.