My first steps...

Little by little I got used to what I called "living in the middle of nowhere" and this kind of narrow-minded people (well, of course I did not get used to them, I just had to deal with them, there was no other choice for me).

Teachers were quite the same thing, they did not teach their students what real life was about (most of them did not know what it meant having a real job -not even what an internship was like-, taking responsibilities, having a boss, and everything connected to the experience of having a job, "building" your career..etc etc). They seemed to be disconnected from reality.
In a general way I must say that inspite of the fact of being a private university, the academic level was very poor...

Teachers showed the same "regionalistic" attitude as if Brittany was a "country" in itself, and not just a bloody region in the middle of good old France! Most of them treated me as "the foreigner" (not "the foreign student" but just "the foreigner") or else they just ignored me (still don't know which one was the best).

Then there were other things that made things even more difficult, having to walk for almost half an hour to the bus stop. Waiting for the bus for nearly 50 minutes and once on the bus having a 40 minutes trip each day. I had to wake up around 5 am to get to school everyday since leaving in Brittany and having no car can eventually become a real problem, if not... a nightmare. In addition to bad-timing transport, for those who ignore the following fact, weather conditions in Brittany are dreadfull such as rain almost every bloody day with a 90km wind and a real cold winter.

On top of all this, I got robbed during my first three weeks in Vannes by a breton "friend" who "kindly" offered to help me with some administrative tasks like dealing with the French Prefecture, opening a bank account and all of a sudden I realized that 1000 euros had mysteriously evaporated... same as my "friend"*.    Welcome to Brittany, Alexandra...

NOTA BENE: Just a little tip to those "adventurers" wishing to go to Brittany to pursue some studies in the Morbihan area (I wonder if such people ever exist... I might have been the only mad one to have done such thing... ), be aware of someone by the name of "Braud" with a fake smile that might "invite" you to a plane trip on ULM or any other type of plane or "flying object" and then ask you to pay for it , or to pay for his car repair, his groceries, clothes or even his sockets! you will eventually refuse to pay for his personal expenses as I did but if you continue to frequent him you might eventually get robbed without even realizing until ... he's gone .