The life of a pilgrim...

Sometimes I get this overwhelming feeling as though I am a pilgrim. I have taken a step back in time. I can try to explain and hopefully you will begin to understand exactly what I mean by this.

First, there are certain amenities that France has not discovered. Among these things is the dryer. It does not necessarily bother me that dryers do not exist in France, but the fact that I have to wash my clothes in the shower does bother me. At times I am able to take a little trip to the laundromat, but the act of washing clothes in the shower has become commonplace. AND we don't have a dryer.

The part that makes me laugh the most is that France is still considered "First World." What in the hell is "First World" about not having dryers? Damnit. Maybe it's just me who notices these things. But it is not. I have a British friend here who feels the same way. My mind explodes on a daily basis. No wonder French people smell so terrible; they never wash their clothes. Ew.

That's pretty much the only rant I have for now. Today I hate France. It's that love-hate relationship bullshit.

Isaac Melvin Arnold is a pilgrim, that is all.

"You are the epitome of impulsive..."

Lots of time has passed since the last entry, but I must say that not a lot has happened.

Actually, a decent amount has gone down...

I guess I'll start with that which most of you are already aware, the tattoo. So, another American assistant, Crista, is in Verdun. She's from San Diego and her boyfriend/friend/tattoo artist came with her for the first, oh two weeks. His name is Dan. Well, of course I had already divulged to a few folks that I did want a tattoo while in France, so it was common knowledge. Then Dan outed himself as a tattoo artist. Of course I was like, eh sure. I was still a bit hesitant though.

Crista let him tattoo her last Friday, and I thought the tat looked great. Then, this crazy British guy Chris very quickly and all-of-a-sudden drew up a design and got it. That tattoo covered his shoulder, so it was quite large.

I watched as Chris got his tattoo, and I was like "Damnit, I need one and I might as well since Dan's here." So he and I talked to square away the details - clean needles, etc. Then started the tattoo...

And now it's done. If you haven't seen already, you can find the pictures on my facebook account (search for Isaac Arnold at Furman University), or at myspace.com/isaacmarnold.

It just so happens that I got the tattoo the same day as the France-England rugby game, so all the Frenchies that I watched the game with (a bunch of school supervisors about 23-25)loved it. Of course they assumed it was for the game and I chose not to correct them. When the game wrapped up, I must say I was quite disappointed. Apparently all of France went out and got trashed though. Whew there were some drunkies. This one super nice French guy Julien ended up buying all the assistants' drinks - NICE.

As far as the work day goes, it's pretty boring. I'm still at the stage where I'm introducing myself to high schoolers that have zero clue as to what is going on. I observed one class the first week that I absolutely fell in love with, but the English teacher in charge of us couldn't fit them into my schedule. I cry on a nightly basis. Ok I don't really, but you know.

As for home, I miss Waffle House big time. I can't even tell you how many times I've just wanted to eat some scrambled eggs and grits. Of course, I miss everyone too. Often times I just wish I had a phone card so I could just tell one of you what just happened and blah blah blah. You know, those useless conversations...

That's all for now, if you love me you will send me things. I shall try to send some back.

It had to end...

Last Wednesday, the other English assistant and I had a meeting in Metz (pronounced Messe) where we met a ton of other assistants living near to us. For the most part they seemed pretty cool, so we exchanged numbers and all that jazz.

So, this weekend we decided to spend lots of time together. Jason (Maryland) came in from Thionville, while Jen (Scotland) took a break from Stenay. Jo (Liverpool) and Nadine (Germany) took a wrong turn and drove into Verdun instead of Metz. Moral of the story - there were a lot of English speakers in Verdun this weekend.

Needless to say, we felt it necessary to go drinking. Friday night proved to be a fun yet mediocre night of bar-hopping. Suzanne got trashed and was speaking in Irish all the way home. Jason needed a place to stay, so with us it was.

Saturday night proved to be the most fun. We all went to a few bars and then went to a discotheque. Ha. This discotheque makes me laugh. La Planete has the doors closed and they make you wait in line - granted this is Verdun. I was like, "Who is that busy in Verdun?" Oh well. So we finally are allowed in, and we get a free drink with the entry fee.

I grab some champagne.

Then, Jo the Brit asks everyone to chip in for a bottle of Vodka (mixers free). We decide it's the best deal and we get it. That was a great idea. We all ended up pretty well trashed and dancing our little "arses" off as Suzanne would say.

I went to bed at 6 am. What a night.

FYI

Just for your sanity and reassurance, I began writing snail mail yesterday. I can assure you that they will be, for the most part, very personal. I cannot assure you, however, that they will arrive in a fast manner. That responsibility is left to La Poste.

I have one letter down, but I'm going to look for stationary today so I can personalize lots of things.

Do not lose hope.

I know, I know you want to hear from me.

If you choose to call me, you will need to dial (exactly) 00336 29 91 61 90.

Obviously a calling card makes that call significantly cheaper. Also, I am 6 hours ahead of you; so do not call me at midnight(your time)or anything.

Piedmont, no really

When you think of Piedmont, SC, what exactly do you think of?

Probably Verdun. They are one in the same. No night life, no young adults, nothing for a wannabee-professional to do.

So I live with an Irish girl, Suzanne; a German girl, Norma; two French aides; and a random professor who stays there about 2-3 times a week. We share a bathroom, toilet, and kitchen/living space. Notice that I separated bathroom and toilet. They aren't in the same room at all. Actually, there is a floor between them. Bizarre, bizarre.

Gladly, things have been easy to figure out here. I can buy meals at the school for 1.90 euro, which is about 2.50 or so dollars. They don't have the best vegetarian options, but I'm not crying. It's cheap.

Yesterday I met other assistants in the area; English, Irish, American, etc. So that provided a huge breath of fresh air. Hopefully we can hang out and speak English together although I am speaking a lot of English - I might put an end to that soon.

That's all for now.