I'm so ghetto.

Well, my arrival in France has been a safe one. Despite flying on a plane with propellers. The weirdest thing happened in the airport. I bumped into someone I hadn't seen since 6th form. It was most irregular. Turns out that her wife is going to do a placement thingy in Rennes, so it was all good. We parted ways at "République" and I boarded "le métro" to Villejean. I know this is all boring, but it excited me. And scared me. Not a single ERASMUS student in sight. I asked at reception, and got sent on a slight tour of campus, to find some room to sign some forms in. All with case, naturally via stairs. Then some Frenchman took me to find "5 rue du Maine". After trying to get peoples tickets as they come out of the métro. Naturally. This was to no avail, so we settled on walking it. I arrived, signed some forms, got told I need to go to CLC bank for an account and for insurance, then got sent on my way somewhere else. "Square de Guyenne". The woman patronised me because she asked me something off-guard which I wasn't prepared for, so naturally means that I am stupid. "A DROIT, PUIS A GAUCHE. D'ACCORD?". Then, I arrived. I had low expectations anyway, but nothing could quite prepare me for this. I live in a 12 storey building. On the 2nd floor. The room is basic, but it's standable. Most of today was spent solving the conundrum of "why won't my only plug socket work?!" or generally wandering. Finally, my socket works. I looked up how to say "plug socket", then when I went to ask, had forgotten how to say it, so I spent a great deal of time trying to describe it. Not good. The French officially think that I am stupid.

Anyway, anyway, anyway. The room. It's basic. This I'll accept. The kitchen, for 32 people, contains 4 small fridges, 2 sinks, a microwave and 2 hobs. Actually tiny. Then we have the toilets. I don't know what the French have against toilet seats, but I'm pretty sure that it's unfounded. They're lovely and comfortable, as opposed to sitting on the toilet rim. On a similar note, what have they got against carpet? And curtains?

I bought my first baguette today. It was disappointing. I also found "real milk". It smells a bit iffy, but tastes like blue top milk. It was odd. I might stick to uht in future. Ugh.

To make up for the ghetto-ness, we went into Rennes this evening (Rob and myself) and bumped into 2 Irish girls I met at registration, plus an American girl. We generally drank, and conversed, so all is well.

Friends: check. Accomodation: check. France: check.

A bientotttt