Miscommunication...in English

Managed to rouse myself before my usual wake-up time of 10:00 this morning because I was supposed to go to my second school to observe a class. They haven't given me a schedule yet, but because they're the more disorganized school and I think they'll probably just going to throw me into the mix, I e-mailed my contact there and asked if I could come observe some classes just to get a feel for the English level and how discipline is dealt with, etc. My contact teacher has been e-mailing me in English for the most part (she told her students that I don't speak French AT ALL so maybe she's just trying to be consistent) so I thought everything was going to be fine to meet up with her. Trekked out to the middle of nowhere--although it's much easier now that the buses are working--and managed to miraculously find the teacher's room in the ginormous castle of a school after only having to ask two people! She had said to meet her there at 10:55 so I was a little early, but 10:55 came and went and there were only a couple teachers in the teacher's room, none of whom were English teachers. I waited until 11:15 and then gave up. There was no way I was going to be able to find her classroom, and I didn't want to interrupt her anyway. I e-mailed her later, and it turns out that her break was at 9:55 and that's when she meant for me to come. Riiiiiiiiiight. Oops. I just think it's hilarious that in spite of making plans in English, I still managed to somehow get it wrong! Well, it WAS her fault, but I thought the break was at 10 and not 11 and probably should have questioned it.

Anyway, it meant that I was free to make it to a meet-up of other assistants for lunch, which was nice in the glorious 80 degree sunshine. Then we tried to go to the WWII French Resistance Museum, only to get there and find out that it's closed just for today due to some random strike. Kind of ironic and hilarious when the resistance museum is closed 

because of civil "resistance"... Ended up getting coffee instead and then the group went off to the Musée des Beaux Arts and I came home to go for a run. It was so beautiful and the next couple of days are supposed to be gross and rainy so I wanted to take advantage before it gets colder and before I move away from my favorite park.

Now I'm off to see if I can convince anyone to come with me to see the women's champion's league soccer playoff game tonight at the Stade de Gerland. The tickets seem to be sold out on-line, but with the reaction that I keep getting to women's soccer here, I can't imagine that's ACTUALLY the case...