Have you met the Queen?

So, I really should be sleeping, as unfortunately, classes start at 7:40 in the morning. Luckily, I think I only have two of these 'red-eye' lessons a week. It's tough really...Teaching 12 hours a week, Fridays and Wednesdays off...

This morning introduced me to the general lack of communication and slightly haphazard nature of being a language assistant, but nothing I couldn't handle, with my impeccable French (HA. I'm now famous in all of South Reunion for my baleine/banane cock up- see 'faux pas' bar a droite --->  ) With only one member of the English teaching department in school today, and no students for Elizabeth to teach, I was thrown in front of a class of nearly 20 students at 9am this morning. But luckily I chose the right shirt this morning as it didn't show any sweat patches...in reality, the morning heat and asking questions with nothing but blank faces in reply, meant that I would have even welcomed a spray of Lynx after that class! I joke. It could have been a lot worse.

But here's a question...'How do you reply to a girl who asks you if you have met the Queen?'


I did an impression of a Buckingham Palace Guard. That was the best I could come up with... oh and "she's quite a private lady". HA. Good one.

After that hour, I observed a lesson of humiliation and bollocking because the students had all messed up their tests from before the holidays, so the teacher wasn't best pleased. Then, at 11:30am, my day was done, and I toddled off to the bus stop and made my way back to Nathalie's...I was met with 'orrwww, la vie est trop dure, non?!' (sarcasm intended).

We'll wait and see what tomorrow morning holds, in the 'professional lycee', where their level is much lower but their confidence for saying 'I luv u, u r bute-itful' is much higher...maybe my first lesson could be teaching better chat-up lines?