Hey guys, how are you all doing today? I hope you’re having a great Sunday!
As you can see, I couldn’t think of a title for this week’s post, so I hope you appreciate my creativity in this one. Also, this is our 50th post on An Introvert Abroad!
Anyway, this week started off with April Fool’s, and I was thankfully not victim to any pranks. Although it made it very hard to distinguish between real and satirical news. For example, a PinkNews article was published saying J.K. Rowling was to write a new Harry Potter series where it turns out Harry is bisexual and has a fling with Ron. I almost believed it, considering how much extra info the writer has been dishing out about characters lately. Of course, it turned out to be fake but I would have still bought it to be honest.
In my French lesson that day, we watched the first part of a very weird short film titled J’aurais pu être une pute (Translation: I could have been a prostitute). After watching the second part on Wednesday, it made a bit more sense. Turns out the main character, a young woman, was sexually assaulted by her piano teacher as a little girl and intends to find him and cut off his testicles with some garden shears. It might sound comical, but it asks an important question: Why is it so difficult for victims of traumatic experiences to come forward and talk about it?
Another job this week has been to find volunteering work for my Languages in The Workplace module, which hasn’t been going great. Places just don’t want to take on someone for two weeks, because it involves training and there are background checks that need to be done. I mean, I totally get it but it doesn’t make it any less annoying. It’s just as well that I don’t need paid work thanks to my April loan coming in.
In the weeks leading up to it, I will be budgeting but I’ll make it fine. I’m trying to get used to the taste of UHT milk, because it’s so much cheaper, and also attempting to create brand new meals out of what I have in the cupboard. It’ll make it easier to pack at the end if I have empty-ish cupboards. Oh god, there I go again talking about the end of my Erasmus experience! I kind of don’t want it to end, but of course all things must come to an end.
Besides, I have my third year of uni to think about. It’ll be my last year of this degree, and I can’t believe my second year is almost finished. I never thought I’d make it this far in the first place, but here I am. I’ve even planned out what I’m doing after I graduate. Assuming I get at least a 2:2, I have a list of universities offering PGCEs. I could move to Manchester for a year, or even London, or maybe just stay in York and carry on at York St. John. All in good time, I have over a year until I can apply in the first place.
Coming up soon is also my new houseshare in York. I hope I’ll be able to pay rent properly, because I’ve had issues setting up a direct debit; my UK bank account is set up with a French billing address (which confuses the system apparently). I’ve phoned up but won’t hear back until next week. Yet another obstacle here is the uncertainty about my Erasmus grant. We’re due to get the remaining 20% at some point after finishing, but Brexit got in the way and we might not get it if the UK has left the EU before we finish. Yay.
On a more positive note, April is now bringing warmer weather. Well, sporadically. One day could be 20°c+, the next 9°c with -1°c during the night. That’s climate change for you! I just want to put the jumpers away and bring my shorts out goddamnit! Not like I can easily protect myself from the sun here. Sun cream is notoriously hard to find, and way overpriced, so I had to opt for the kids’ cream. But it did come with a free beach ball! Oh but then the other day what do I see added to the shelves in HEMA? Sun cream, and cheap cream at that. Just my luck!
I’ll leave the post here for today. I have a hole I need to sew up in a pair of trousers, and there’s a film on later I’m looking forward to watching. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, whichever continent and time zone you’re in! A bientôt!