So two weeks after I emailed my supervisor, Madame Renson, about coming in to observe my lessons and to talk about the fifth grade exams, she calls this morning. To say that she's coming TOMORROW. Argh. I shouldn't be nervous or anxious; it's not like I'd ever prepare anything different. It's just not a lot of notice. I wouldn't even invite someone to come over that early. Eesh.
I don't feel very well today. I feel dehydrated despite countless bottles of water and green tea. I have a headache and I just feel out of sorts. I didn't exercise.
I did, however, buy two pairs of (matching) shoes at the Wednesday morning marché for 10€. Both, together. One pair is brown and the other pair is black. They're the same pair of shoes. They're really cute and have the sturdy European soles I've been missing for the past eight months.
I also mailed out seventeen teaching applications, only two of which are actively looking for a foreign language teacher.
Today is not a good day, but it's not a bad day either. Wednesdays have historically been difficult days for me.