It is with a big sadness that I am going to close again this blog (take out violins). Indeed, I am "identifiable", as they say. When I will be teacher, I will be subjected to what is called a spare duty , I must therefore keep anonymity to be able to continue expressing me. I could close this blog only next year, once my got competition, but I feel like I can speak about my training without being therefore afraid to be lined up by a jury because of this. Then I make it right away.

This blog, it was a bit my baby, my doll. I dressed him as I wanted, I spoke with him. This is going to make strange not to have him any more

Of course, my great adventures go on, but, not to leave trace, if you want to have new address, write me a mail, or a comment, finally manifest themselves what (and do not forget, on the new, shh regarding all what told itself here)

See you soon!

Lisa

It has been 3 weeks since I posted

The error in holiday (I had left one week), and also in the lack of motivation, it well makes it confess

Apart this, I am accepted in IUFM of Strasbourg \o /

Good holiday to all!

And as usual, I went shopping at the market on LR, where prices become ridiculously low:

A skirt Soft Grey, improved!

A skirt Paul&Joe, flawless also (I am going to cut the white ribbon):

A basic tshirt, but I really like the button pressure on handles:

Also two basic long-sleeved tshirts, a black and a white, brown marcel and white marcel.

The whole for 73 euro, for what ask the people?

And yesterday evening, small turn here to buy samples (the pot will not therefore be full) of pigments MAC:

And 3 samples (to be sure of having it enough) of this, aka the magical powder which fixes your making-up, which erases your imperfections and that returns your your soft skin as the simple of a baby:

The whole for 23 euro!!!! H h h , I know one who is going to have a good time with the brushes!

Apart this, I am officially there ouacances, finished the work and all that sort of thing, on Wednesday direction Toulouuuuuuse \o /

Token ok, this comes from Wikipedia, but nevertheless. Pascal's course the elder brother (programme worship on TF1, almost as well as intimate Confessions is admired):

Old boy of the Grande cole preparing teachers for higher education (1990-1992), aggregated by philosophy in 1992 (it would besides have chosen Pascal's pseudonym in reference to the philosopheBlaise Pascal whose moralism will inspire its action later), Pascal taught-IV during 10 years the high school Henry in Paris, before being hired by TF1.¹.

I had spoken about it one year and a month ago, here.

Yeah, I put all this time to be decided to me. This year I worked in the library, at girlfriends, a bit everywhere, but not at home. I had no Офис, and I managed without. To think that I had not need to work that many

But next year, no catch of risk, this is going to be another story. But feignasse as I am, I had always got out of the way my simple wholesale trade to IKEA to buy Mikael. And the other day, I went for a walk on the good corner, and pof, I fall on Vika Glasholm to 50 euro, that is less a lot than Mikael. Suddenly, Vika Glasholm he was so nice and it was so much my ultimate fantasy but out of my budget that I got moving in 2 days to go to search him.

Operation teddy bear: Vika Glasholm being fragile, I loaded all cushions and covers which I had to protect him. Of course, he did not come back completely into the chest, he had the simple who showed, otherwise it is not odd. Chest fixed with a tightener, in 90 on the motorway, the big class. I arrive at home, I want to make my liberated wife and to take it out from the chest. I try to raise him, I arrive not. Shit, a knack must be wedged. Nonon, it is fair that this weighs 2000 kilogrammes and that every liberated woman that I am, I have not the arms of JCVD. I therefore waited for the man, and then I rushed to line everything up.

Here is the baby:

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Well good morning to you!

Let me tell you my day of the mussel:

I have got up this morning, with full of questionings at the head:

• Am I going to be able to have my ebuzzing transfer one day?
• I have 15 days of delay to pay 2 fine, am I in the excrement?
• I finished my sales ebay yesterday evening, will the pr cccieuuuux Zadig and Voltaire always be in shop?

I had therefore got ready psychologically in:

• Have my pence in the simple.
• Pay 180 euro of increase.
• Phone to all Zadig and Voltaire of France and of Navarre to ask them if they have the reference of the pr ccieuuux.

Let us take things in order. 9 h, I get up, 9 h 30, I phone in ebuzzing, by saying to me that they work surely on Mondays.

This answers, and joy, from July 1st, I will be able to ask for my transfer.

There already, it is holiday in the sausage. OK, let us put into perspective, these pence are surely going to serve for paying of fine of parking. I go to the police station to ask:

- Good morning, I have 2 fine to be paid, I am late, but I still had no increase, therefore is it always the normal rate?

- Then wait, let me look at increase was not sent, you are lucky!

Bingo!!!!!! But wait, this can not last. I go off in city with the bowl to the belly to buy my precious. Never I showed so much tenacity, sacrifices, and however, for month, he must widely be sold

On the way, beep beep, I accept a sms of my patroness: Not need to come at 12 h 30, come at 13 h 30 . Double feeling: I hesitate between "Iiiiiiihaaaa" and with so much chance, never he will be my precious there, well needs to readjust the balance .

I advance towards the boutique. *Sc ne in ralenti* my shoes mill on the soil, the rain ruins my brushing, but it matters little to me. I have the determination of the serial killer getting ahead on its victim. *Musique of Western* Je push the door of the shop. Plan gripped on my two ballerinas taking root on the soil in oilskin concrete. A fly settles on my shoulder, I move her away from a breath. My look course the saloon shop

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The fifth East of its class?

It is Bibiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

Here the university it is finished. Tomorrow I am going to search my noting down of notes, and then I never delay feet there. It is strange. This is there, I have a licence (with mention on top of that, which had believed it). I put 5 years to arrive at it, but I have him. And it is finished the university, I will not go farther in here. I will go any more on the campus, nor to the secretariat, I will have no more examinations, more courts in lecture theatre, finito all this.

This year was very rich. I went out of the circle of failure, I regulated many things in my personal life, I met tremendous persons (especially one), all this without giving an account to me of it even. By discussing, I realised that I had not said this year, I move waffle forward , this became all alone. I considered certainly this to be a new departure, but I did not know to what extent I am going to fulfil things.

This ticket rings as a balance sheet, and however it is only a beginning. I feel much more serene today than one year ago, and I remain a tremendous number of things to be achieved, fulfilled, to regulating. But I am impatient to make all this.