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Skids and soundbites in Ile-de-France

Nicolas Sarkozy has restored order in the countryside of the UMP, yesterday, calling candidatsà to rally behind Valerie Pecresse. Nothing to worry Jean-Paul Huchon, the president.

Report This afternoon, she jumped into the Little Grey direction Melun and its school of second chance. Desire, conscious or unconscious, to flee the city, its channels, its gossip, its cheap shots, a campaign gone awry. In ancient crowded commuter train and jolting Valerie Pécresse, the head of UMP, hoarse: "The Parisians deserve better than being transported in this type of trucks. "
Minister for Higher Education has already made the obvious. In the car while commuters abandon themselves to polite indifference, the media have something else in mind: the case Soumare. An ugly chewing gum which is putting up the fingers of the right francilienne. A few days earlier, Francis Delattre, mayor UMP Franconville, Soumare has unwisely called Ali, head of the list of PS in the Val d'Oise, "recidivist offender experienced."
"Unable asleep! "
Fifteen days before the election, Valerie Pécresse could well have done this skid. The polls are not good. Not good at all. At the station of Melun, Yves Jego, topped the list in Seine-et-Marne comes to the rescue: "The Socialists are fleeing the substantive debate, not taking their balance sheet. " Yesterday Pécresse team was convened by Nicolas Sarkozy, exasperated by the repeated false notes. Definitely a tough fight. "But what are the best! " replies mechanically minister.
"They lose the pedals swing anything and trying to mobilize the shock the hard right," Philippe Kaltenbach analysis, the Socialist Mayor of Clamart who despairs over to trip right in the Hauts-de-Seine . "You realize, the birthplace of sarkosysme ! Jean-Paul Huchon, the outgoing socialist president, is playing on velvet. "I hear that I'm incapable, a sleepy, he quips. But when I see the way people smile at us ... "This
that afternoon, all curves, fuchsia scarf around his neck, he walks in front of Defence. More than 150,000 Parisians come to work every day, often at the cost of a trip that is an obstacle course. "We must bring home to the job", hammered Huchon. Not far to ignite, "If we win Regions neatly, one can invent many things including the PS, left, will make proposals credible for 2012. "
Everything seems to smile out. Even rubbing stinging announced with environmentalists, intoxicated by good results in European elections, especially in the Ile-de-France, returned to the background. In the metro station Mairie de Saint-Ouen, line 13, "the more saturated the network," Cecile Duflot, tops the list of Europe Ecology, angry that he still speaks in the tone of the campaign. Bundle of leaflets in hand, sharp repartee, she rushes on transport, "one of the priority issues for the Parisians' : " We want to go faster and better and now! "With Huchon, of course!

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My Class? Adorable. They were 16 on the list. A never showed up. Another disappeared into the mist, and it is the computer system who told us where he left off. Finally, just before the first ballot, a relocated and was the only case of "conduct" the most adorable "cases" and I say cute, because the challenge was there, but he was so motivated that it was pleasant to work with him. I now have 13 students, motivated, curious and often very awake. Is not that my students are adorable, Jess?

yes I am busy. I have several meetings (long live the committees, it comes with the 100% task, hihi), catechesis, equipment and class organization. That explains part of the long absence. Add to this the night I'm on MSN a lot, on Twitter (hey yes I succumbed), on the Web for entertainment. The urge to write a blog is then diluted with instant communications, but I've started a few notes, without completing. I also have some opportunities for them to party, and I took advantage.

I m'enlignais to give you news soon.

Except ... this whole story two years ago between my parents farted again in November. Under a new day, any more than the same time. New lighting, new claims, new facts at all the same story. My father is depressed and this is not new ... Many adjustments since November, disappointments, questions and emotions. Too long to explain, but it does not go back over to my birth as my father, there were no pots stuck together because of me. At least that. It hurt these claims, it still hurts, but if it is more that ... at least that. As I said, complicated. And I survive there. I feel better now, but I still survive on certain aspects.

Luckily, I have my class, my colleagues, my school. 8 hours per day of happiness, "certainties" of "stability", adventure, happy events. Sleeping with my class at school before Christmas was magical source of fond memories (and tired, but okay!). My job is just my means of survival. I manage also to spoil me and rest. And I'm talking with friends, I try not to keep it when the new comes. Just once, I do not queue for more talk or write.

So there. Not that I do not have things to tell you, just that I did not initially have the time, then lost interest.

But ... with the stars as the memory of our sleep at school brings me in the eye, although I would make you share the experience. I dare not promise by cons. We'll see.