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I am Pascale and will be living in London for a while. You can read all about my brain-dead tourist situations, embarrassing cultural mistakes and see all the pictures and videos I make. I will also post some proper blogs about the work I do to please my parents and teachers. I'd appreciate it if you left a comment. Use the links underneath the top picture to navigate.

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Friday, 16 March 2012 23:05

Holy crap. At the moment I am managing some blogs, and I found this blog entry saved as a draft... turns out I never published this. Why, I will never know, but now the time has come to actually share it with the world! This was written on... I think it was a Wednesday, of my last week in London. Enjoy!


I went on a schooltrip- yaaaaaay! At 9am this morning Year One was picked up by a coach to go to The Bank of England Museum. I was assigned one special needs pupil who I work with one-to-one every Tuesday afternoon. We had the most fun; running around, touching real gold and what not. I also learned that the Bank of England has loads of gold in their basements- they can only stack them up to knee-hight because otherwise the floor collapses. That doesn't sound like a major problem, but it really is when you realise that the tube (central line aka the tube line I use every day) is underneath their basements. This worries me a little bit...

Other than that we had a fun day. We had lunch outside on the steps, posed for tourists who wanted pictures of all these adorable little children in school uniforms and scared away pigeons. Another amazing thing is that I packed a lunch for myself, and then at lunch time, I was handed a bag with my name on it. Surprise! The chef had made separate lunch bags for all the adults and instead of just a sandwich and some juice, we got huge baguettes and crisps and fruit and a variety of juices to choose from. I ended up being the person who had to hand out cookies to the children as Gabby was reading them a story to sort of calm them down after lunch... which initially also meant that I got to eat a lot of cookies. I had to be secretive about it though, but the other help-out mums were in on the cookie-eating mission with me, as we were hiding behind pillars and basically just shoving chocolate chipped chunks of broken biscuits down our throats without the children noticing.

It was also a nice opportunity to get out in a bus and see London on ground level, instead of the underground level... I do travel by bus a lot of the time, especially the weekends, but that's usually just around my area of London. Not the big-houses, tall-buildings, private-driveways kind of London that I'm not used to, so I was sat gawking out the windows at the sights, not paying attention to the little girl next to me who was slowly eating her museum folder... oops. Admittedly, I do work in St John's Wood and my walk from the tube station to school is definitely a nice one, but the bus randomly drove around neighbourhoods where anyone would wish they'd own a house there. Also, the weirdest thing is seeing tube stations from the outside - the ones that I pass every day, the ones that I have to change trains on every day, and the ones that I sometimes wander around at when I've gotten off at the wrong platform or missed my stop because I was too busy trying to read the back of the newspaper from the guy sat in front of me. So, passing tube station entrances felt weird, because they're places that I know, and recognise, but at the same time have never ever seen before.

All in all a good day, and in the end I was given far too much credit and compliments for my "hard work"... doesn't get old though, all these people gushing all these wonderful things about me. I'm at the point where I just accept whatever they're saying, even if it's completely false and not true, fighting them is pointless. If I do end up going "Oh, it's nothing! I barely did anything!" they always find a million other things to say, so I'm just going with whatever people are saying.
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