The Test Results

So despite missing the bus by 1 minute Monday morning (I got to wave as I watched it disappear) and having to wait for the next one, I still made it before the results were given out for our  niveaux (levels) of French courses.

I guess they learned to give an earlier time since people are always late, haha.

Anyways, I was surprisingly put into level 3! The only other person I knew in my level was a girl named Judith, who I had only met briefly through Julia. Also, there's another Hannah. Crazy.

Right now this is what I'm looking at in terms of classes. Obviously I have to make some decisions because some of them overlap:

The interesting (and kind of sucky) thing about French courses is that each one is once a week, and are worth less than American university credits.

For UNCC, the number of credits that counts as "full-time" is 12+. This is normally 3-4 courses a semester.

Here in Limoges (and I assume France), 24 ECTs credits equals the US 12 credits. Each course is about 3-4 ECTS credits, meaning you have to take ~8 classes a semester. LAME.

But guess how much a year of tuition costs in Limoges? 200,00€.

No, I did not misplace that comma. That's the "period" for their money here.

YES, they only pay TWO HUNDRED EUROS. A YEAR.

What the heck? Here I am shelling out thousands and it doesn't even include my housing!

Even the housing isn't terrible here! My private bed/bath, although kind of small, is 225€ a month, and 8€ for wired internet for a YEAR. Heck, if they did wifi, I would pay 8€ a month!

My fellow Americans, we are getting RIPPED OFF BIG TIME.

Can we just combine the French and American school system? K thanks.

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In other news, I'm crazy sore from Sunday's exercise routine, and possibly hurt some places. My hip has been giving me some problems, and I definitely pinched a nerve in my left shoulder. I went to pick up a 1.5L bottle of water at the Carrefour and couldn't breath from the pain that shot across my back. Not good.

Not to mention my poor heels are still destroyed, and my giganto feet need some wide shoes. In fact, I really just need to invest in a good pair of running shoes since I'm determined to go out and exercise. Guess that will be my next big purchase.

I hate spending money.


That evening, Candice, Matt, and I tried going to a social called "Café des Langues," where you pick a language table and are supposed to speak it with your neighbors. This was inside a very small tavern and it was super full.

Not to mention it was waaaay too hot to be comfortable. We were in there for just a few minutes when we decided to head home. Maybe next time.