Alors… perhaps you’ve been thinking about traveling to France. Whether it’s for leisure or work, nevertheless you’re excited to be soon arriving in and living out your fantasy of la vie française. From the tempting smells of fresh baguettes to the easygoing, laissez faire lifestyle, you’re envisioning just how wonderful your time will be abroad, and of course, you’re counting the days until you’re off!
Several eons ago (okay, several weeks– I apologize!), Rosie from La Grenouille Anglaise tagged me in the “ABCs of Travel” tag, in which I’m happy to take part (thank you)! Rosie has spent this past year as a lectrice d’anglais in Lyon, France and is now back in the UK, gearing for (I hope) more adventures to come. I encourage you to check out her blog—it’s nothing short of everything you need to be entertained for hours on travel, baking, and personal reflections.
As of today (July 30th), I am celebrating my first anniversary of blogging on Rebecca Goes Rendezvous. While it might not be such a huge accomplishment for other, more-seasoned bloggers in this massive online-writing platform, I am still glad to be here to continue what I love about traveling, poetry, and random life musings from my twenty-something mind.
As you can tell from the title, today’s post will be somewhat different since it’s neither about traveling nor about my teaching experience in France. The idea came to me a couple of weeks ago while I was back at home (as in Los Angeles): I live close to the middle and high schools that I attended back in the day and, considering that the school year is (was) coming to an end for students, I couldn’t help but reflect about my own experiences back when I was in school. Although they might not seem that long ago for some people, I admit that they are starting to become distant, fading memories for me…
First, let me preface this story by saying that I don’t look for trouble when I travel. If anything, I do my very best to blend in with the crowd, to keep my head down and walk away quickly, if necessary. I also pride myself in the fact that I have a natural resting bitch face, which has probably helped me avoid a lot of sticky situations that have happened to others whom I’ve met. You could say that I’m an extra cautious traveler, in that respect.