This week has been anything but boring. Last weekend, while logging onto Facebook from a friends phone, I forgot to logout. Let's just say that I will be the last time I do that. Before going into details, it's really important that I reiterate that I love my life in France. I have some of the greatest friends, a wonderful job that keeps me on my toes and the opportunity to live in a place that I love almost as much as Ohio. That being said, the majority of the people who care about me this week thought I was moving home from France.
To give you all some background, the Internet in my apartment basically is the most sketchy, unreliable thing that exists. In order to post this blog for example, I am forced to go into town and get Internet either at a McDonalds (or McDonalds like place) or a café. The only thing that works at The Bees (our apt) is Facebook (and it only kinda works). If I haven't responded to something that you have sent over the Internet, please don't feel as though I've been ignoring you or not valuing your friendship, the Internet just sucks that much.
On Monday, after having come home from a pretty hectic day of teaching (just kidding, I only worked 4 hours with a 3 hour lunch break in the middle of them lol. Be jealous), I was startled by a phone call from a dear Irish friend that I work with who alerted me that I had been "fraped." After a moment or two of confusion, I learned that a frape is when someone who isn't you posts something ridiculous on your Facebook. This is what i found when i opened my facebook (about an hour later since the internet ironically wasn't working).
"So after a lot of careful deliberation and many difficult days, I've decided that France is really not for me.'m flying back to my beloved Ohio next week.i can't cope with the bad Internet, thin walls, and lacklustre toilet flush Then the fact that one of my students farted today and blamed it on me is last straw. I am done."
In my case, apparently the frape wasn't ridiculous enough to be unbelievable because I have had over 28 private messages giving me words of encouragement for the tough decision I had to make, prayers from a church for safe travels, a sorority full of well wishes and excitement of my return, various concerns about my mental state of being and a group of assistant friends who shared hilarious laughter with me at every new stage this frape that caused quite the international scandal.
I am very lucky to have so many people in my life who wanted to support me and help me through what they thought was a difficult time but, I'm not sure how to interpret the sheer number of people who believed that I was moving home from France because of bad Internet connections, being able to be heard while going to the bathroom and being blamed for farting from a 7 year old. I would hope that from now on, my family and friends would have more confidence in me and faith that I could cope and flourish on my adventure away from home. I'm sorry that this mix up happened and confused everyone but remember, I'm still Jen and I am still the fun-loving, hopeful and grateful girl you all know!
I saw that and didn't think it sounded like you. That said, having been an assistant, I know that a lot of people did have a tough time (though largely those that were isolated in tiny towns). I'm glad you're having a good time and are staying (not that you were ever planning on leaving). I miss my time as an assistant LOTS and I think about it often (was just talking about it this morning actually). Life it up, ma chérie! Can't wait to catch up about it once you're home! :)
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