More bicycle follies

I nearly killed a little boy the other day. Although, the experience seemed to have a far more profound effect on myself, than him. See, I was riding my bike to see some friends for a school project, along a bike path that was fairly wide. I see the aforementioned little boy and his father learning all about the joys --- and ultimately the perils of riding your first two-wheeler, heading towards me. So I move off to the side to give them more room, as I too, was once learning to ride a vicious two-wheeler. Despite my efforts, he still ended up crashing into my back wheel, sending me into leaping, bike throwing, panic. I also seemed to completely lose my grasp of the French language at that very moment. In the end though, I didn't kill the little boy and he was fine after his daddy picked him up and dusted him off. And I went about the rest of my day, 5 years older.
Today, although much less fruitful than I would have liked, at least did not involve the murdering of minors. Went to the library as I am a bit of a bookworm and have already read all of the English literature in the house short of recipe books. Of course, I found out it's not open until 1 o'clock in the afternoon. So I figured I'd check out the "Centre de Formation d'Educateurs des Jeunes Enfants" as I am growing weary of university already. So I'm looking into other options to reach my goal of becoming a kindergarten teacher, and they happen to offer just that. What I'm mainly interested is their "alternance" program where you work part-time and go to school part-time. I think it would be far more valuable as a learning experience, not to mention a far better use of my time. Instead of learning about linguistics, allegories and colonies for the next 3 years, all of which do not interest me, nor do I believe they will ever come in useful when teaching 5 year olds to color in the lines or the fine art of sharing; I can just dive right in there and get busy.
So I found the place, a cluster of antique, and modern buildings, housing a kindergarten, the school and other things of that nature. It was really beautiful. I walked into the open building, into the open office with the secretary labouriously looking like she's not going anywhere soon, only to be told they're closed and must return tomorrow between 8 o'clock and noon. Fuck. It reminds me of that time I went to buy a booklet for one of my dreaded linguistic classes. The place was open and the secretary wasn't doing anything when we walked in, and although the item we were asking for was within an arm's reach of her, we had to come back after 1 o'clock, because: "That's the way it is.". I was pretty baffled by that experience to say the least.