What a turn-around of events! After having a scan done this afternoon, I got given the all clear for the match on Sunday against Clermont. The doctor could find no lesion during the echograph so the chances of me tearing the hamstring are just the same as they were last week, or any week. So I’ll just give it a few days to get over the tightness or knock or whatever was causing the pain, and then should be good to go.
My class is segregating more and more down racial/ethnic lines. From my proudly antisocial seat at the back I can see the fat Americans who are joined by the hip up the front. Behind them sit the Swedes, 4 of them and only 50% blond. Scandal. To my right are the Spanish speakers; I no longer can tell who is Spanish, Mexican, Columbian, you name it. To the far north east are the middle easterns. You’ve got Iranians bantering with Saudi Arabians and a cheeky Israeli defying convention in the middle, having a blast. And then of course, right under the prof’s nose you will find a gaggle of Chinese, head down, pen working furiously and dressed in some outrageous outfits. I can only imagine that they, and many other similarly dressed females in the class feel that as they are in Paris there is some sort of pressure to be an avant-garde fashionista. From my privileged vantage point, dressed in the finest sweatpants and hoody I own, I think they look daft.
I sit at one of two desks designed for one person only, right at the back. The reasons for this are: 1) I’m very antisocial, 2) I detest ‘group work’ and, 3) I tend to leave very quickly.
No comments:
Post a Comment