Well folks, I'm back at my old shenanigans. I found a group of people to start a Dungeons and Dragons campaign with. Me and the Dungeon Master (the person running the campaign) are the only two in the group with much experience playing, so the next few months should be full of new excitement. In … Continue reading Dungeons and Dragons →

Some household rules at my homestay: open your bedroom shudders in the morning. Make your bed every day. Put your dirty dishes from breakfast in the sink. Double check that you locked the front door.No visitors past midnight. Past ten pm, you can use the toilet, just don't flush it, otherwise the entire building will … Continue reading Home rules →

A grand voyage today, folks. I located and travelled to France's answer to Walmart. It was half an hour outside of town by bus. I went on a highway to get there. I didn't even know France had highways. The building was twice the size of a Sam's Club, and I may be underestimating. The … Continue reading Shopping trip →

Every little child here of toddling age has a tricyle or a baby-sized scooter. If a kid can walk on their own accord for more than ten paces, they are given their own mode of transportation. They scoot themselves along next to the parents, receiving no aid but some encouragement. I theorize that because all … Continue reading Some observations →

This is a long one. In the United States, we have very set narratives about the world as it has existed since 1776. Whether angling for it or not, America is a mythos and an ethos on top of being a country. Everyone at least knows the brilliant and fiction-perfect story of the early 20th … Continue reading Thoughts from Camp de Milles →

There's almost always a couple kids in my homestay apartment. Malvina babysits neighborhood kids as a side hustle to the ironing business she runs out of the living room. Sometimes it's just the one, and when it's just the one, it's a kid named Max. Max has blonde curly hair, glasses, and such a thick … Continue reading Home life →

Second day of classes. Another four hours with Roselyne. She gave us a list of verbs and had us each pick out one that we did not know. Then, one at a time, we would share what our verb was, and the whole class would explain it together. I learned a lot, and not just … Continue reading Day Two: Origins →

So classes started. As you may already know, all of the the classes are taught in French. The professors know as much English as you probably know French. I expect challenges. My main professor is a small woman named Roselyne. She is energetic and magnetic; she captures your attention. Good thing, because classes are four … Continue reading First day of class →

I realize that I have not posted in many days, so sorry about that to anyone who just really needs to know the details of my day-to-day. I will fill you in. A group of three Americans approached me in front of the cathedral and asked me in broken French to take a picture of … Continue reading Bits of updates →

Have you heard of the Yellow Jackets? The gilets jaunes? Me and some other Americans took a bus down to Marseille, the oldest city in France. It's huge, dirty, loud, and frightening. I didn't do any research about the place beforehand, so we just got off the bus and started walking. One person in our … Continue reading Trip to Marseille →