First Day of Work

This is Ali, btw. If you couldn't tell, the last post was Renée. But I bet you can tell. She has a specific tone of writing.

So instead of having class today, I had work. I teach English at Epitech, an engineering school. And I don't want to say much about it, because they're all computer people (it's basically hacker-school), and I'd bet half-a-million dollars that they're reading this right now. Yes. Right now. Which is awesome, because at least they're practicing their English. All I will say is that it takes me a trillion years to get there. There could not be anything more on the opposite side of Paris from my apartment. I'm pretty sure I picked the worst place to work, location-wise. I have two options.

1) The 13 to 6 to 7. Or...

2) The 13 to the T3.

The first is three trains. The second is the tram, which I've discovered moves slower than a 93 year old woman.

I'll write tomorrow when I actually have classes to write about. Right now, I'm going to rock out to "Spring Awakening", down my yummy tea, shower, and sleep on my sheet-less futon. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that. I don't have sheets. Or a bed. Just my futon. Luckily, it's a really comfy futon. Which I'm going to utilize in 2.5 seconds. Signing out, y'all!