First day of university, 6:30am start...

Well first day of French University was eventful to say the least. If you know me, you’ll understand that it is a rare occasion that I’ll be out of bed after midday. Waking up at half six for my first day of university, therefore, was not dealt with too greatly. I stomped around my room, repeatedly mumbled something along the lines of “fucking joke” *mumble mumble mumble* “…if they think I’m doing this every Monday they’re having a bloody laugh” “no quality of life”, grabbed any clothes from my wardrobe, flung them on, forgot to look in the mirror and started my twenty minute walk to the tramstop at St Mihiel. I put my iPOD in and listened to “Stornoway – Zorbing”, which perked me up a bit.  From a distance I could see my tram approaching St Mihiel, which resulted in me having to run (once again, if you know me well, this is a rare occasion) and eventually try and squeeze myself onto the packed tram, with my face squashed up against the window for the whole journey – apart from the intervals where the doors opened and I nearly fell out. Not fabulous.
So there I was, shocked to actually find myself in a half eight lecture which was to go on for three hours, and baffled as to why none of the French students were moaning like I was, or barely even yawning. Is this the norm for the French? Well as I said, they’re having a laugh if they think I’m doing this every Monday. Anyway, we watched an Italian film “La famiglia” with French subtitles. As you can imagine, to begin with my mind was blown. Afterwards, she went around the class asking people to translate the film summary from Italian to French, resulting in us Erasmus students avoiding any eye contact whatsoever and making a sharp exit.
I really regret saying “Uni is yet to begin and to be honest it couldn’t come quicker –getting a bit restless now” now that I’m landed with early mornings in lectures taught in a language I have a minor ability of understanding.

On our way home from Les Facultés, I think I demonstrated to Livi that I do have a big heart as I grew very emotionally attached to this adorable little boy on the tram who resembled a mole. Yes, a mole. I expressed my desire to just stroke his face but was advised not to do so as I may be arrested for indecent face-stroking. Anyway Livi assured me she’s make sure he got off the tram okay…broodyin’ el.
I got home, and yes, I had a nap. I specifically bought earplugs on my way home to assure I was not woken by the other 100,000 people living in the house. Okay, it’s a family of eight (six adolescent boys, who seem to like running up and down the corridor non-stop). How dare they make noise in their own home? Anyway had a craaaaackin’ nap from 6-9 then met up with everyone and Jess’s Mum, who brought Dairy Milk, Galaxy and Wine Gums and is cooking us a curry tonight. I think I love her.

PS If you have Spotify, look up Christophe Maé - Je me lache. It's our Nantes song and it's amazing.