Cold and Colder

So the first week of my vacation has been spent battling a mean cold and watching snow fall. As I would sit on my couch and watch the weather I kept my eye on Nice. Everyday that it was snowing here it was sunny and warm in Nice. Well, I thought that the weather would hold, but it has not!!!! A freakin SNOW STORM has moved into Nice and some warmth is headed here to Romans. I couldn't believe it. I could have died!! So know I am packing to head into the freakin snow on the beach to search for a job for 5 days. It couldn't be worse. I am so not prepared for this and was really hoping for some sun during my holiday. Whatever, c'est la vie. Wish me luck in the job search. I will need it.

Who wants Gmail?!?!

Hey, so I have 50 invites to Gmail, the coolest email around. Anyone who wants an account just drop me a line and I will invite you. Because it is still new and invite-only your desired address is probably still available. alexandrashaw@gmail.com

Let the Vacation Begin!!

So today is the last day of classes until March!!! I so love the French school calendar. For the first week of the vacation I will just be hanging out here in Romans and up in the mountainous oasis called Die. Then for the second week I will be heading to Nice for Carnaval and to search for future emloyment. It should be great fun as the weather has recently improved greatly.

And one word on Prince Charles marrying that skank Camila, it's called class buddy, Get Some!

And the sun will shine again

I have found my pace. I am running for the sake of running and I won't stop now. It is so easy to slip into depression around the holidays and for the month of January, but I have overcome. I will not go back to San Diego until I have done everything I can out here. Not until my bank account is empty and I have to place a collect call home to scream for help will I return. Romans is boring but it is where I live for now. Nothing is permanent, I am just a visitor here.

Since when is it okay...

Since when is it okay to ask an American at 9am, pre-coffee, what it felt like to watch 9/11 live? Since when is that acceptable morning conversation?!?! I appreciate the honesty of my students questions, but sometimes I feel like I am an exhibit at the 1890 World Fair. Regard, the strange ways of the Californian Native. Watch how she squirms at the memory of watching people plummet to their firey death. Watch her eyes glaze over as she remembers how everything changed that one day in September.
Sometimes this job is harder than I thought it would be.