Tous à poils!

Défilé

The  défilé in Marseille

Lorene and me in football outfit prepared for war

Some Polytechpeeps

Yohan from my class with a pompomgirl from Lille (the guys loved the Lille pompom girls, we hated them haha)

Last thursday I went to the TIP I wrote about in my last post. It was in one word: Fabuloucrazytastic!
Never seen so many crazy people on a sportfield in my life. My french "vocabulaire" has exponentially raised since we've been singing three days long schoolsongs where the expression "tous à poils" repeated hisself many times.

We left at 5h30 in the morning, and I didn't expect quiet and moaning people there but the enthusiasm of these students for their school at this hour of the day is really "incroyable". When we arrived in Marseille and everybody had undergo some transformation (read: everyone dressed in blue and yellow, paintings in yellow and blue on the face, alcoholconcentration in the blood raised, singing "Poooooooo Ly Tech, on aaaaime bien la ptit jaja, elle est si belle si gentillleeeee..") And I had mentally prepared myself for three days of crazyness we did a défilé through the citycenter. All the other Polytech schools of France were there as well, dressed up or many dressed down, students walked through the streets shouting and singing and making looots of noise to represent there school.
In the afternoon we quickly drove to the campplace dropped our stuff, popped out the decathlon tents and hurried to the bus who brought us to the sportfields in Marseille. The following days just went like this: at night the "navette" drove us to a soirée with again a theme (cuir moustache and gaypride haha) and than at 4h you lay back in your tent to be waked up at 7u15. First morning I got so angry because someone was tapping on my tent at 7h to wake me up but it was no joke. Than we drove to the sportfields to play the games and than at night returned back to the university restaurant and campplace to go out again. So if we do a little summation: 3 days + 9 hours of sleep + sunshine + sports +wine = Me nearly dead by sundaynight! The results of the tournament: the rugbygirlteam won the finale! the other sports, well let's say that our supportingmentality was the greatest of all schools.

And this week all the belgians are visiting : My mum, Elien, Sophie, Charis,...
Time to show how heavenly great erasmus in Montpellier is!

TIP training: Bar à Bieres + Le Foot

Yesterday night I went to the girls football team training of my school, because this weekend I'm probably playing with them on the TIP (tournament in Marseille I wrote about in my older post). I thought it would be as in high school, someone giving us a football and then some fooling around trying to score and most importantly not getting a blue eyes. But no sir, we arrived there and two boys of our class were our coaches. We started with some warming up and coordination exercises. Never did coordination exercises for football but they were effective (not for me though ) There also was a guy from our school playing with us as “carrotte” or carrot. In the meaning that we would be running faster if he would run on the field before us. The girls told me that there’s always a “carrotte” playing with them, hilarious habit. After the warming up we did some matches and before you know it it’s again 21h00 so we drove back to center. And again another day just flies by. Tomorrow I’m waking up at 5h to go to Marseille and I’m already a tired mess. ( My lovely neighbors came home around 4h in the morning yelling and singing and using the microwave, I got some kind of an aggressive attack and started hitting the wall until it stopped but still I was awake = angry! )




Oh yeah I forgot to tell, I finally visited the “bar à bières” Lien is so enthusiastic about. And yep, she’s totally right. Lien, Sofie, Balin, Siri, Fernando, Theresa, Steffi, Vinicius, An and I don’t know who else where all there gathered and 80% of us drank of course Belgian beers. They have sooooooooo much choice, it’s amazing. Very good if I get nostalgic some day, but I don’t think that’s soon going to happen.

                             



After a while in the beer bar...

                                  

Next week Sophie, Charis, Elien, Lien’s sister, people of Sophie’s class (of which maarten is the Erasmus student who was here last year) are coming over. (Oh and I forgot my mum as well) So I think by the end of next week I’ll probably be dead, until then I’ll try to blog you away.



Bisous x