Summer is over...

And the speed with which is has gone amazes me just a little bit. When I worked out that I had been back in the United Kingdom for five whole months before I went back to France for a holiday, I had to stop and work out where the time had gone.

Where to begin...

Well it's been a busy few days, that I cannot deny. Yesterday was the first day I haven't gone outside, and instead I filled it with paperwork that is so typical of France, I just can't explain it. If any other assistants here are reading this, I'm sure you feel my pain.

People and feelings and (a lack of) knowledge.

It has been a very long time since I've posted here and as was the case last time, the flag still doesn't want to sit on the White House. I don't have many good excuses, it's just mainly been work, and reading, and family, and friends.


Except over the last few days I was compelled to write. Since I've just taken my first exam of four, I think it's acceptable to have a bit of a, what I hope is well-written, rant.

What a difference a year can make.

A year ago yesterday (to the date), I moved to university.


(It is because of said university that I am so late in updating; I have just moved back.)


At the time, I thought I was a confident being, and knew the world, and would handle it all really very well. I was incorrect. Now that sentence and the title of this blog post combined would lead you to suspect I believe that to be true of myself now, but that isn't right either.