I can't remember when I wrote these but anything called "Strasbourg Diary ##" was written when I didn't have interent access.
I've had it with France. I am so close to contacting Birmingham and saying you know what, I don't want to do French anymore. With no exaggeration this is the worst time in my life. And if someone has the audacity to say to me "oh, but it should be an adventure. You are just not trying hard enough" or "oh it's just culture shock" that will just push me over the top and I will seriously be hurting them. It is not culture shock at all. I have lived in France before, I do know how things work. And I have tried jsut about all I can to get things sorted by myself and to even meet the people who live next to me. I have tried everything I can to be comfortable here and it hasn't worked.
If the French university can't be bothered to tell me any information at all about them or how I should do things, or even what the things I need to be doing are, then I can't be bothered either. If the accommodation doesn't care enough to respond to my various emails about my moving in date, then I don't care about it either. If the teachers at university have decided not to teach lessons, then I have decided not to apply for them or go. If the accommodation doesn't respect their own time frames and procedures, then I can't respect them either. If nothing improves in the place I am staying, the outcome is simple - I'm not paying. If they kick me out, still not paying. If that results in not being able to come back to France because of debts or something, I'm hardly bothered about that, because frankly, I don't ever want to come here again.
I am frustrated, bored, bordering on clinically depressed, cold, and just had about enough of everything, that soon I really will lose it.
"Study at university in France, it's fun." Yeah, right.
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