Mmm seems like every post I have to add more and more days. It's hard during the week because with school and attempting to have a social life, it doesn't leave much for writing here. But I am determined to keep this up. Sorry in advance for the wayyy to long of an update. I tend to do that.
Sunday we did just as I said. It was a day full of homework, or attempting homework anyway. I don't think anything interesting happened, or at least I don't remember it. The days kind of all blend together after a while. Maybe that's a sign that I'm finally starting to feel like this is my home, for the next That night I did go to the Eiffel Tower with Stephen to see it sparkle as he called it. :p We got there just as it was starting and got some pretty nice pictures. Ironically, enough after I had been complaining on here about people being in your face about buying thing here, this guy under the Eiffel Tower tried to get us to buy a rose. Non Merci, non merci. So what's the f***** do? My hands are in my pockets, so he jabs the rose in between my elbow and my body. I forcefully handed it back to him, but seriously they are going to get slapped in the face. I don't want your damn 8 euro rose. Thanks, but no thanks. After we just walked around the area. We found a strange monument that I still don't know what it is and we saw the military school. Overall a nice walk and escape from sitting at my desk.
Monday I had to write a paper, come up with 7 synonyms for cute, and read 77 pages for the dumb english class. I was up half the night reading because I actually really liked the novel and was taking notes and underlining quotes every where. I finished it on the metro...when I got to class Tuesday...she had decided to give us another week to read. Booo to that class. In the afternoon Sasha and I tried once again to get our phones taken care of. And again we failed. This time they told her she needed her passport to set up my phone, even though they didn't even blink at me using my USA ID the week before. You would think they would have mentioned it. They had also told her she could transfer her number from her Uncle's account to her's....nope now suddenly she finds out he has to call. She attempted to call as him and found out not only did he have to call but they had to wait for paperwork in the mail. très très frustrant. So hopefully next week I can finally have that taken care of. As for now I need to find a phone card.
Tuesday was classes. 12:30-04:30. French is going well for the most part. There are just some words that I can't get my face to work right for. Luckily most of those are nationalities and such that I hopefully will not have to attempt outside of the classroom. The "English" class was a joke again. She wants me to reorganize my essay...like the way you would write in 8th grade. I'm so beyond that strict structure that I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do. I'll reorganize it...but the theme is Sasha's heritage and how it's helped her and the experiences it has created for her. My professor couldn't figure that out. She decided to tell the class they should all read my essay. I'm not a stand out in class kind of person so this was a little much. She ended class by telling me what a great job I had done. I reallllllly dont need the public praise. Appreciated, but this essay? Seriously horrible.
Tuesday night was a blast. I finally got everyone to go to Le Bar 10 with me. And we had so much fun. We got our new roommate, Maggie, to go with us and I'm really glad she did. She definitely came out of her shell some. Quite a few people showed up, though the place wasn't up to par for some. I'm getting sick of people who somehow think they're better than everyone, just in general. And I'm failing more and more at hiding that fact. I'm not the type to sit back and let someone attempt to walk all over me. That was definitely elementary school/middle school and all I ended up was miserable. [p.s. just a feeling that was arisen from that night...not pointing fingers]. But anyway. They opened the downstairs since there were quite a few of us. We had like 4 pitchers of Sangria and just sat around talking. The bar is over 70 years old and all of the vintage posters and art are originals. It's literally like stepping back in time. And it isn't expensive at all. It was definitely a needed night just to relax and enjoy some great company. I really love some of the people I've met here. If anything I'll have awesome friends for when I get back to the states.
Yesterday Sasha and I went to Musee D'Orsay with our Post-Impressionism class. The museum was gorgeous. But having to listen to the professor talk in our ears the whole time got old. Especially when I knew she wasn't right about somethings. For instance, Appalachian horses...let's try appaloosa. Quite amusing to say the least. But it was incredible to see Van Gogh's self portrait that I have studied in art classes so many times. The colors in pictures and reprints do not do it justice. The blue eyes really are like you're looking right into his soul. I took a picture of it, but again it just isn't the same. It is something you really have to see yourself. We spent about two hours there. There was a temporary exhibit that yesterday was it's last day: Art Nouveau in the 1960s. Very neat stuff. But I must say looking at furniture got old. The old album covers and actual prints were pretty cool though. After we grabbed some lunch down the street and headed home. We're going back today with ISA and I'm hoping to find more Monets or Renoirs because they are my absolute favorites. If anything I will definitely get my fill of art while I'm here. There is so much to see.
Last night I did homework and chatted online wayyyy too late for my own good. But yet getting up at seven still wasn't that bad. Maggie had to get up early too so Dany woke up and set out breakfast for us. It was very nice of her because I know she could have slept longer. The two hours of French class are definitely the slowest two hours, and I got frustrated at one point when I couldnt pronounce something. But I know it'll come with time. There is also a girl who thinks it's her job to answer any questions anyone else asks of the teacher. Last time I checked she was just as american as us. I love the professor though, she's nutty, and determined that we speak correctly.
Today I'm hopefully going to get a nap in and some homework before the museum and then tonight I'd like to go out...though Sasha had a very late night/morning of work so I'm not so sure she'll be up for it. I need to find a phone card too. Michelle and I were extremely successful at the post office in getting stamps and boxes so I am hoping that I can figure out the phone card. My only real frustrations right now are with ISA and with dinner. Last night Dany made lasagna which she told me was just cheese...I went to bite into it...and beef fell out. Not happy. She told me I could pick around it, but I said no. So she made me eggs that were not quite done. A few nights before she had left over salad...which she put left over turkey into...and some sort of green vegetables...which she cooked with sausage. I ended up trying to pick around the turkey but definitely ended up consuming some since I was miserably sick to my stomach for the rest of the night. She told me last night that soy (soja) is expensive here. But she is getting $2400 a month between us three girls. There is no way we are costing her that much. I do not want to whither away due to only eating cheese, tomatoes, and lettuce for the next 3 1/2 months. One night she made salad with soy bites in it and it was delicious! I just hate when people try to forcibly make me eat meat. I don't eat it for a reason. She even tried to say my hip problems would get better if I ate meat. My hips were worse in seventh grade when I DID eat meat. And I mean really, at least I do eat fish. She knew I was vegetarian and that Sasha only eats chicken before we got here. And I just don't think I should have to go buy food after dinner when I spent so much money to be here. We'll see how the next week or so goes though, and if it doesn't improve I'm going to have to ask Sasha to really talk to her about it.
I did hear that one of our girls was on the metro when she saw officials carrying a covered body off from it. Would really like to know what happened there. Hopefully it was just a homeless person that passed away and not any act of violence. Thus is the city life.
I am finally starting to feel confident here and know that things will improve. It's just a matter of adjustment and communication. And I know it'll get there.
Au Revoir.
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