quick notes

This is going to be a quicky, but that brings more important matters to the surface, I find. Not that anything terribly important has been happening.

I'm making fast friends with the other assistants - it's a more forgiving experience to speak French with other foreigners. We're much gentler on each other's faults. The real question is, how long will we go on speaking French when everyone speaks English much better (even though half the assistants are non-anglophones)?

Throw a few bottles of wine in the mix and you have your answer - not bloody long.

I'm currently living in a sad little dorm room on the high school campus. Today will be the beginning of my appartment hunt. I've already given up on the school food - it's fucking disgusting. Though between the mountainous climb that seperates the school and the town and the cautious anorexia inspired by cafeteria food, I could put myself on the fast track to looking quite Ugandan in no time at all.

The town I am in is really, really adorable. In the way that all tiny French towns seem to be. But it's only a matter of time before it turns monotonous. Until then, I'll enjoy myself as much as I can.

More later, promise.