13 May, 2012

Taking a breather

I have been studying on lock. And interrupting each hour with en episode of Cake Boss to keep myself sane, of course. The brain can only take so much without some shallow reality television to balance it all.
But isn't his Jersey accent going to interfere with the french comprehension, you ask? Oh, don't worry. I am falling asleep to Plus Belle la Vie, France's answer to the drama-packed daytime soap.


I have NINE exams next week, three of which are tomorrow! Those are for my degree from Université de Caen, Diplôme avancé d’études française. Then the week after that the DALF: Diplôme approfondi de langue française. That's the international beast, but I am less nervous about it because it's a language assesment. I go in with what I have, can't really prepare for that anymore than I have been, speaking French as much as others will let me and watching the TV in the salle commune as much as humanly possible. For the others, I have to know about subject matter that I don't have any background in at all! Economy? Juridique? What was I thinking challenging myself? I should have stuck to literature!

Since it's gorgeous outside, I have also (finally) picked up running again and am doing national poetry month May to make up for falling off track in April.

What else is going on? I know I talk to some of them often, but in general I feel completely cut off from my friends and family in the USA. Guess that's what happens when you pick up and leave for the bulk of a year. I am beyond ready to settle myself back into New Jersey life and pick up where I left off. Food swaps, late night chats with my roomie, beach days, exercise time with my nephew, all of it.

As excited as I am to come home, I can't see myself not here. I'm going to miss the boulangeries, the barman at the What Else, the cheap cheese and apples, and 100 times all that, my friends and family Caennais. You'd think I'd be used to leaving by now. It never gets easy though. Sigh. I need a job in the USA that lets me come to Caen every year. I won't give up until I find it.

Time is getting away from me! I can count the weeks I have left on one hand!
My next weekends:
This one: studying
Next one: Giverny (Monet's town)
The one after that: Germany
The one after that: HOME IN THE ARMS OF MY BABY!!!

Damn.

Study music:

No comments: