Work Experience and Paris

Okay, where to start...

Right, well first, I hate small children. I mean, okay, they LOOK all sweet and cute and innocent, but I swear they're evil.

Okay, maybe not, but I know that they can at least smell fear. I sat in that corner for ten minutes, watching those kids pick their work experience lackeys to follow around, and feeling rejected, for over ten minutes that first day of work experience. I'm sure that if I knew the kids, or there were less of them, or they were, you know, related to me, then I would be fine. I still wouldn't mind babysitting or whatever, just so long as I was being payed.

But I am NEVER becoming a nursery nurse. I think that there are just too many ways to screw those poor children up, and I don't think I can handle that kind of power. :D

Right, second, PARIS WAS AWESOME. First day, we got there in the evening, and (after dinner) walked to Notre Dame. Paris is so beautiful by night, I actually got to walk along the Seine singing "On My Own"! And there were these amazing fire guys there who we watched, who then started to throw fireworks and be generally awesome.

The beds were really comfy, which was a relief. The quality of the hotel is actually kind of important, so it was nice that we had nice beds (which tried to eat Megan... long story) and a decent breakfast.

The next day, we went to (and got lost trying to find) and massive, generic shopping centre in the business sector, La Defence. I wore my lovely turquoise summer dress, knowing that my mother would probably disapprove, so of COURSE it started to rain after lunch (outside posh McDonalds in the sun, in sight of the amazing 4th-dimentional building). We then went up the Tour D'Eiffel, on the cloudiest part of the week, and got an amazing view of Paris. I signed the side of the billboard type thing, so I really hope someone internetty sees that 'zotlot was here'. I also got a very classy black tea mug, which I use every day now.

We skipped Ms. K's suggestion of walking down from the second level, and got the lift back down to ground level. We went and bought 'Paris' t-shirts in a rather reasonable shop. We went back and chilled in the hotel for a bit, and I discovered exactly how vain I can be (yeah, the days of 'who cares how I look', 'dressing up is so anti-feminist', wearing baggy t-shirts and no make-up are loooong gone...). The bed ate Megan again, and I tried to read 'Polgara the Sorceress' in french, while Claire read 'Harry Potter'... again, in french (and way faster than me... I'm just saying...)

We went bowling that evening, after having a rather intresting conversation about a certain event which may or may not feature in Claire's future (she refutes it, but it so happened) and I discovered that vanity is one thing, but there is, in fact, a reason why they're called 'Killer' heels. I HATE HEELS, there, I said it. I didn't know the bowling alley could only be reached by metro. If I had, I would have worn connies or flats.

Ah well, I got used to it pretty quick, and enjoyed the sight of Ms. K, Miss. G, Mr. M and Mr. G (not related to Miss G btw) getting hammered. Well, Miss G got hammered, Ms K got drunk, Mr. M was tipsy, and Mr. G's bald head went red(der than usual). Miss G eventually ended up putting Ms. K in a HEADLOCK on the Paris pavement, after Ms K had given us a ten-minute infomercial on the joys of a French degree at Uni. We then walked to McDonalds (regular, not posh) where Ms K could be heard for miles around sssllluuurrring "French is so diiiirty"... with examples.

People were staring. Well, I wish that was true, but Paris on a Satruday night? Well, Ms K wasn't totally lying, that's all I can say.

We were up at 7:30 the next morning (thanks Megs) and we deeply regretted allowing trained, resonsable adults to keep us up till midnight the night before. We did Sacre Coeur, Momatre (on Sunday morning for a reason) and then had lunch at the Pompadou Centre. We ARE the Girl Geeks, representin'! We went in, of our on volition, and fooled someone into thinking we were FRENCH, to look at modern art (and say "I could so do that"... even with my art skillz, I reckon I could paint 'monochrome blue'... what a RIP OFF). We then ate crepes (Megan) a sandwich (Claire) and a delicious cheesy hotdog (all me...) in the shade, analyzed the complex social structures of our school, and indulged in gorgeous ice cream. The high point, I'm telling you.

Okay, I can see why Wikkid. X shortened this to two part-post. So, to sum up, Disney Land was a joke, bright, very, very sunny/hot, and so cheesy and sugar-coated I swear I had a cavety. We did go on Thunder Mountain... twice, ate a disgusting 'italian' meal, had a huge fight (Me vs Megan) made up, and ate toffee apples in 'Alice's Labyrinth' (yeah, me=yay!)... not in that order.

I slept the way home, through a lightning storm, and everyone was cranky when we got home.

Coming soon: DoE, Barcelona, and why I hate exams

Thank you, and good night.