(Almost) Back to the Salt Mines

After two weeks of vacation, it’s nearly time to go back...for six weeks, after which comes my next two-week break.  Isn't France fun?  In any case, on Monday I return to my grueling 12-hour workweek.  Although my past two weeks of nothingness (and, you know, that six-day trip to London) have been lovely, I’m actually quite excited to go back to school.  I’ve even almost forgotten how grating it is to hear the words “Qu’est-ce qu’elle a dit? J’ai pas compris,” (“What did she say? I didn’t understand.”) over and over again, despite the fact that I had been speaking slowly and using caveman-basic vocabulary.  But I digress.  Despite the shortcomings of my students’ English comprehension, I enjoy teaching them and will be happy to see and laugh at them next week.  Maybe it’s mean, but I love it when their French accents turn “I am fifteen years old” into “I am fifty year hold.”  Also, I really love to get paid to play Taboo.