The medical visit was kind of silly. One person weighed and measured me, then asked if I was pregnant. Then another person asked me if I was pregnant and then X-rayed my chest (apparently they’re really paranoid about TB here?), which was slightly awkward because I had to take half of my clothes off and they didn’t even give me a smock. Then a doctor asked me if I took any medications, etc., took my blood pressure, listened to my heart and breathing, and then signed some papers that I have to turn in for my titre de séjour. It just seemed a little silly that I had to go all the way to Lille for such a simple procedure when I literally live across the street from a doctor.
This did, however, give me some time to explore Lille a little bit. I went there last week for our orientation, but that was a day full of rain and boring information, so that didn’t really count. Since the train station is right in the centre ville, I was really in a perfect spot for wandering. Since the other American more or less knows her way around, I didn’t have to worry too much about getting lost. We returned to the train station a little before noon so she could catch the metro to meet her boyfriend for lunch (you know my sense of direction; I was worried that if I didn’t at least go back to the train station with her first, I’d never find it again), and I wandered a bit more on my own.
Lille is cool. I definitely wasn’t there long enough to have a definitive opinion about it, and I can’t really see bothering to go back there unless I have a specific reason (a concert or some other opportunity), but I liked it. I went to Monoprix, the store that I used to shop at all the time in Montpellier but that we of course don’t have here, and I ate a panini that I bought from one of those little shops that looks like a stand because it’s open to the street—something else that I definitely associate with France but that you don’t find much of here.
I hate to be so negative about Maubeuge all the time, but I have to admit that it was really just nice to be in a real city. And I really shouldn’t complain so much; they tell you from the beginning that there’s a good chance that you’ll be in a smaller city or rural setting. It’s just frustrating that Valenciennes is so close, yet basically inaccessible at the times when I’d really want to be in a bigger city (mainly, any time after five o’ clock), and that I’m so solitary over here.
Tomorrow I’m going on a field trip with one of the classes from the school here. I don’t really know where we’re going, other than that it’s somewhere out in the country. The teacher just told me to pack a lunch and plan on walking a lot. Either way, I’m looking forward to it. These days I look forward to just about anything that means less time in my apartment. How sad is that?

1 comment:
so, gretchen, are you pregnant?
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