A blurry #100joursjoyeux #day6, thankful for my friends, thankful for a night out dancing (and thankful the hangover wasn’t too bad) #100happydays
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No More Teachers, No More Books
Last weekend, my Korean classmate invited me and another student over for dinner chez elle. After one semester of too much socializing and another semester of full-on social isolation, it was time to see people out of the classroom again. I’ve been collecting post-its in my notebook of anecdotes to share with you about things that happen in class, and now that school is over forever it’s time to remember to write about them:
- We’ve been watching clips of “connecting” words and phrases with their accompanying gestures, like “however” and “on the other hand” and stuff like that. The DVD is called Clés Pour L’Oral (Keys for Oral) and the DVD menu music plays porn music. I watch Keys for Oral, with porn music, in class. It’s hilarious every time. Click here to watch their making-of/blooper video (it’s in French, but you get the idea).
- During a debate about wearing uniforms in school, my neighbor lefty girl was pro, saying that uniforms teach discipline, and without them students would break rules and put on makeup in class. I immediately called her out, saying she was putting on eyeliner in class last Friday, and she’s always on her phone. Given that she’s 17, I think I embarrassed her. #sorryimnotsorry
- We had two Korean girls in class. Sometimes one would translate something to the other in Korean, and we would all listen. One day, we all said “Oh… ya… right” in unison and our teacher thought we all miraculously understood Korean. One of those “you had to be there” moments but post-it note worthy for me to remember.
- There was a Uruguayan girl in my class who was very willing to be difficult during discussions (that’s the nicest way I can say that). Our teacher was having us practice “If…” statements and their grammatical variations by asking us if we had to immigrate somewhere, which country would we pick. When she asked the Uruguayan girl, she said “I’ve already moved. I’m living here.” Shit, girl, do the damn exercise and put the attitude away for once. Hopefully people don’t think all 258 Uruguayans are assholes, too.
- I don’t remember if I wrote about the creepy 35-40ish dude that was in my class for a few days at the beginning of the semester before switching to another because he didn’t like our teacher… he’s a very off-putting yellow-tinged color all over: the whites of his eyes and his teeth and his iris and his skin are all jaundice-ish and he repulsed me, plus I’m sure he’s on the spectrum and has a myriad of other psychological issues which made all his incredibly sexual and inappropriate comments even more difficult to manage. Well, he came back for the second half of the semester, and all was “fine” until Thursday morning when we got our final graded essays back. He had a panic attack, left the classroom, came back, made a big kurfuffle in packing up his shit, stood up, handed the teacher a gift and said “I can’t anymore! I have to leave!” and bounced. It was a.w.k.w.a.r.d. Turns out, it was a paranoia “last straw” situation: he emailed our teacher saying that the exam prompt about a philosopher (he studied philosophy) and the essay prompt about manual labor (his last name is Emanuel) were specifically targeting him, he felt victimized, he felt racially attacked, blah blah blah. Fucking nut. We were just all happy he was gone, good riddance, and honestly good luck because that guy can NOT have an easy life.
- There has been a cunty girl who basically thought she was the second professor in the room, was always rude and a know-it-all and she stressed out all the time about everything. I, on the other hand, never stressed out or ruined my life over a grade (she has grey hairs at 24, btw, so there’s the proof). We got our final grades at the end of class yesterday and our notes were only 0.4 points apart. Can’t tell you how validated I felt… petty, yes, but made me grateful for just being smart, which allows me to relax and enjoy myself.
Friday afternoon I tried going over to the Institut du Monde Arabe to see the Oriental Express exhibit, but unfortunately tickets were sold out. I got this picture of the train, so I guess it kinda counts? Plus they made this adorable ad to promote the exhibit, and in watching that I feel like I got to see it. I walked over to Île Saint Louis, snapped a photo of Notre Dame, and hopped into the church Paroisse Saint Louis en L’Île to take in some stained glass and other pretty God things.
The afternoon of exploring was inspired by my Parisian countdown and wish to see everything. Since I’m down to 95 days left in Paris, I’m making a list of all the things I want to do/see before I leave. My list takes up a few pages in my notebook, and includes parks and museums and monuments and markets and more. Hopefully I can put on my tourist cap again and explore as much as possible before leaving.
Along the same vein, I’m saying “yes” to social invitations. Grabbed a drink with Hannah and Johnny at La Fourmi on Wednesday night and last night the group went out dancing at a swanky bar they open at the Opera on the weekends. It was a late night: I was home at 5am, and today I have some weird foot injury that came out of nowhere but that goes well with my hangover, so what-are-ya-gonna-do?
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Here are my #100joursjoyeux photos for the week:
#100joursjoyeux #day2… Used the last bit of Trader Joe’s almond butter to make toast with tea. I treated that like a jar of gold- can’t find any that’s affordable in France. I appreciate it’s service, it’s delicious service. Countdown to buying another jar: 99 days.
#100joursjoyeux #day3: cheap, yummy French cheese makes me unbelievably happy. All that unpasteurized French milk, being delicious…
#100joursjoyeux #day4 and my last day of school… Got a Starbucks latte to “treatyoself” and gave that bad boy a little skull doodle PLUS they spelled my name right FTW. Great way to say bye to my French literature textbook. #100joursjoyeux #day5 how can you NOT be happy when everything is beautiful here: view of Notre Dame from the Seine at Île Saint Louis
#100joursjoyeux #day5 how can you NOT be happy when everything is beautiful here: view of #notredame from the #seine at #ilesaintlouis
#100happydays #paris #view (à Pont de la Tournelle)
#100joursjoyeux #day4 and my last day of school…
Got a #Starbucks #latte to #treatyoself and gave that bad boy a little #skull #doodle PLUS they spelled my name right #FTW.
Great way to say bye to my #french #literature #textbook
#100happydays @starbucks (at Cours de Civilisation Francaise de la Sorbonne)
#100joursjoyeux #day3: cheap, yummy #French #cheese makes me unbelievably happy. All that unpasteurized French milk, being delicious…
#100happydays #paris #supermarket (at Supermarché Casino Paris)
#100joursjoyeux #day2… Used the last bit of #traderjoes #almondbutter to make #toast with #tea. I treated that like a jar of gold- can’t find any that’s affordable in France. I appreciate it’s service, it’s delicious service. Countdown to buying another jar: 99 days. #100happydays (at Paris 20eme)
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The Last #100JoursJoyeux
Today, August 26, marks the moment my countdown to departing hits 100 days. That’s right folks, in just 100 days I will be leaving Paris, leaving my little paradise, my escape from reality… On December 5* I board a plane and go back to SFO and press “play” on what had been my paused American reality.
Today’s happiness is brought to you by sunshine… With all the rain we haven’t seen much of it here in a while. I caught my first peek getting out of the metro station at Menilmontant.
*I should point out that I’m using December 4 as the Day 0 here, as it’s my last full day in Paris, so technically December 5 is Day -1 but whatever, I’ll count down to whatever day I want.
As of today I only have 100 days left in #Paris, and I’m jumping on the #100happydays bandwagon with my own hashtag: #100joursjoyeux
Today’s happiness is brought to you by #sunshine… With all the rain we haven’t seen much of it here in a while. I caught my first peek getting out of the #metro station at #menilmontant (at Ménilmontant (Paris Métro))