Ma vie en France

So apparently I don't talk about the right stuff on my blog, people have told me, ignoring the fact that it is my blog.

Ahem.

My room/Ma chambre:

It's pretty big, especially for a room in Europe. It's bigger than Romain's room, I think, but it's colder than the rest of the apartment because there's kind of an ante-chamber, off which there are three doors - the one that leads to my room, the one that leads to the center of the apartment, aka the hallway, and the one that leads into their family/living room. Everything beyond the antechamber is pretty well heated. It makes sense given that I am clearly in the room they use only for guests and storage.

The cats really like ma chambre. Yesterday I had to open the glass doors that lead out onto my small (very small) balcony, because one of the cats had jumped from the other balcony to mine to try and get in. My bed is about full-size, which is nice, but the pillows are kind of useless for propping up against. I have a small whicker couch and chair that I don't use because the demon cat sits there. Instead of a coffee table, there is a cardboard box with a blanket on it.

The desk is modern in appearance and has several items clearly left over from students before me. The armoire is huge but I only use a third of it, given that the rest is filled with clothes and such.

The apartment/L'appartement:

It's nice. Small. Kinda worn down. But as my mère d'acueil was showing me around, she explained that it was worth it to her to live in a not-so-nice apartment because of the quartier, the convenience, etc. There is one bathroom (to my knowledge - there might be another off from the mother's bedroom, but I doubt it) and one bathroom, meaning it has a shower and a sink, but no toilet.

The kitchen is tiny and when we eat together, we sit at a tiny table on tiny stools. They eat much faster than I do and it's very embarrassing to sit there, trying to shovel down food and finish everything while they wait and argue in French. (Romain is very sassy. Everyday he gets sassier.)

My classes/Mes cours:

I am taking Translation (which is more like two classes), Oral Techniques, Writing Techniques, Political Science: Democracies, and The Philosophy of Aesthetics. I have four classes today and I don't want to think about it. There is a serious flaw in how HWS converts our credits from this course because in a normal semester we spend 12 hours a week in four classes and here we spend 15 hours in five classes a week. That's a legitimate extra class, not to mention the fact that it seems like Traduction is going to be like two classes.

Okay, well I have to go to class. Ta ta! A bientôt.