Here I am, working in the American Studies Center.  I don't think I have spent so much time on Facebook. I have actually read peoples' profiles. That is how exciting my job is, seriously.

Apart from that, things are going well. My week always consists of a number of different adventures. Tuesday night I went out to get a drink with my one Belgian friend, who has an Italian name that I can barely pronounce.  I followed him to a bar where they specialize in "bière flambée". I don't think you need to speak French to understand that, but in case you're having a slow day that is directly translated into flamed beer. Seriously.

I let Gaetano choose the beer we would have flamed since I haven't tested too many of the beers. He chooses Chimay Bleu, which is 11percent alcohol. The waitress puts a large margarita shaped glass on the table and then she comes over with a tin cup full of something and a carafe full of beer. She lights the contents of the tin cup on fire and pours it into the large glass, which is then covered with a bright blue flame. After that, she pours the carafe of beer into the large glass. Then we drink. Don't worry the fire was out. Believe or not, it was actually good, if you like beer.

Another adventure that I get to partake in is the soirées that I attend. I have been going out about once a week with my Estonian friend, Mai, to different parties being thrown around town. First, a little background information. I'm not really a teacher here or a student. I'm a weird mixture of the two. I live in the student residence hall but I teach a class. Anyways, my first Monday in Mons I went to all of the translation classes for the 4th year students in the English department to introduce myself and try to sell my class. This innocent act has made things interesting, last night was not an exception. I arrived at the "Soirée Disco" with Mai and Jordan (from Lousiana). I go to pay the entry fee and the girl sitting at the table looked at me and says to her friend "oh elle est la prof d'anglais" (she's the English professor). The friend then proceeds to take my picture. This is not a lone occurrence. I have had students come to talk to me when I'm sweaty from dancing and I have a drink in hand to ask me about my class and then to tell me the details of their schedule, in English. I was also asked by one girl if she should use the formal form of "you" when talking to me. This happened when I was with people from my building at the student welcome back party.  I actually haven't seen any of my students out (except at the gym), so that's good. I do have to say that my current job, age, and living situation makes things a little more interesting. Did I mention that more people signed up for my class after I was seen at a soirée?