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Oh mon dieu

Just finished my last dissertation, so it’s safe to say the first part of IFE is officially over. After five weeks of waking up early, doing presentations, and writing papers, I am more than ready to start actually working at my stage. (10am Monday morning, sooooo excited!) Although, I am a little triste to leave some of the amazing teachers. For example, while in Travaux pratique I had the most homework and presentations, I also had a professor who works for Le Monde and seems to have the uncanny ability to memorize the encyclopedia with everything he knows. Besides learning so much we also just had a lot of laughs about culture differences and life. J’ai eu de la chance.

Also, after five months of being at IFE a lot, I’ll now only be there once a week or so and at the end of the day. I’ve gotten use to the quartier and explored quite a bit, so I’ll miss my lunches in the park, promenades on the promenade plantée, and explorations to hidden markets and random thrift stores. But, I’ll find a new favorite boulangerie near my stage, and as long as they sell moelleux and pain suisse the world will be ok. 🙂

One day, I’ll sit down and really describe all the amazing things I’ve learned and the places I’ve been these past weeks, but for now I’m going to spend my time figuring out my VISA, getting ready for my stage, and eating lots of kebab.

Bonne journée!


Stuck in Paris

These first couple weeks have been interesting to say the least. I’m incredibly happy to be back in school, I didn’t realize how much I missed learning and really hearing French everyday. This week we switched teachers and started learning the most sociological and economic side to France.  The Prof is good and knows what he’s talking about, but it’s a tricky subject to stay awake for. Luckily there’s a new prof for next week, because while it’s important to learn about this side of France, there’s only so much I can take.

I am very happy to say that I am officially all better from being sick and even managed to eat a pizzwich and a kebab. Hooray! One thing that I learned from that very annoying week is that while being sick at college is a pain, being sick in another country is even worse. I couldn’t have any normal comfort foods, like toast or saltines, and had to find substitutes in bread and apple sauce. Anytime I needed something, I had to go out myself and get it. Meaning I still walked all the way to IFE on one of my worse days because I needed to pick up my homework. Next time I get sick here, I’m going to the doctor the first day instead of trying to wait it out like I do in the U.S.

Yesterday I got full out home sick for the first time since coming here. I think all the news about the snow back home, the crazy power outages going on at Goucher, and talking with my friends from back home just made me realize that major things are happening and I’m missing them completely. Also, I really miss the security of a good friend group. Not to say I don’t love my friends here, but it takes a lot of work to be completely confident in a friend group and I haven’t gotten there yet. Luckily this morning managed to pop me right out of my home sickness. I woke up, went outside, and discovered a completely sterotypical parisien day. Slightly cold, slightly wet, and no sun to be seen. Which should have bugged the heck out of me, but that’s the weather that’s been my home for a while now and it just felt so right that I started smiling and actually enjoyed my walk to IFE. I’ll admit that as the day went on I got a little home sick again, but I doubt that will ever completely go away because I’m not going to stop missing my friends or stop wishing I was with them, but that’s the way it should be. I also realized en promenant aujourd’hui that I’m kinda bored in Paris. With the new program of IFE I suddenly have more free time, but I haven’t quite figured out what to do with it. Also, my Visa is expired right now meaning I can’t leave France until my appointment to get it renewed in March, so I’m feeling a little claustrophobic in Paris. I was planning on going to Avignon for a long weekend, but the trains seem really expensive right now, so I’m not sure what I’m going to do. Basically, I’m in one of those funky transition phases where I still love Paris but need to find my new routine for this semester before I can be really comfortable again.

This post turned out a little more sombre than I anticipated, but I’m just in a bit of a funk. This weekend I’m going to go see MammaMia! on Saturday and then spend a day at Fontainebleau on Sunday, so I’ll be sure to be in a better mood after a weekend of singing and exploring. 🙂

Hope everyone back in the states is surviving the snow and the power outages. I think everyone who can needs to go sledding for me since I can’t, I’ll eat a baguette over here and it’ll be an equal trade. 🙂

Bonne soirée!

Two weeks

So, it’s officially been two weeks since my last update and by this time tomorrow I’ll have made it through two weeks of classes. Safe to say, vacation is officially over.

This semester I’m living in the same foyer, but now I’m doing IFE instead of GPP. Which means I have 5 weeks of classes, then a full-time stage at a children’s art museum (Musée en herbe). Class runs from Monday – Friday from 9am until 2:30.

These past two weeks have been insanely busy thanks to amazing new friends that keep me up late talking, old friends who I never get to see enough, and this thing called homework that I haven’t had to deal with for a while. I also finally made it to the Monet exhibit at the Grand Palais. It was incredible! I got to see so many sides of Monet’s work that’s normally hidden in museums half way across the world. Also, they had Monet’s cathedral paintings right next to Lichtenstein’s own version of those paintings. Which made my day to have two of my favorite painters from my two favorite time periods right next to each other.

I also managed to get sick over the weekend. It really shouldn’t have been a shock for me, not sleeping normally doesn’t have good side effects, but it was still annoying to miss a day of school and to deal with being sick in another country.Thankfully I feel better now and Mommy gave me some very good advice from overseas.

The classes here at IFE are pretty darn good. The morning’s tricky because the class starts at 9am and goes until 12:30, but thankfully I like the prof and what we’re learning so it’s a little easier to stay awake. Although, last week I did have to actually drink coffee, drink, not taste and spit out, but drink. I hadn’t slept that much the night before and I actually started falling asleep in class. I only slightly gagged while drinking it, slightly. How do people drink that stuff straight?

My afternoon class basically consists of people doing projects and then the professor going off about whatever the subject was about. It can get a little redundant but it’s really cool to see just how much the professor knows. Also, I’m actually learning stuff from the projects, so it’s probably better than just sitting in class listening to a teacher.

It’s weird to compare this semester to last. Last semester I was in a really small group, on my own alot, and only hung out with 1 or 2 Americans. This half, I believe we have 26 or so kids total in IFE. Being in a small group last half is really helping me now since I was forced to ask questions with our tiny little class last half, and I was forced to not care how my French sounded. I’m really glad I did GPP first though because now instead of going through the transition to all French classes, I can just enjoy the class. And I already know French class etiquette so I’m not squirming in my seat because I can’t eat in class. much. It is quite an adjustment to be with people so often throughout the day. Last half I was alone walking to my stage, in the metro, and just in between class and dinner and vague times like that. Now, I’m pretty much only alone when I sleep or when I specifically chose to be. There are 5 other IFEers living in my foyer and 1 GPPer, so there is always somebody to walk with or just somebody around since we’re all on the same schedule. And since I’m hanging out with IFEers so much, I’m spending almost all my time with Americans. It doesn’t help that some of my foyer friends recently got jobs that make them work late or have exams. It’s good because I’ve missed American culture and just… social cues and basic stuff, a lot, but it also means I’ve spoken way to much English, and I miss my Frenchies bien sur.

I know there’s plenty of things I missed by not updating more often the past couple weeks, but I’ll try and be better now that things are more settled. The important things to know are that I’m happy with IFE, I’ve met some great people, and I still have no desire to leave this beautiful city, even now in the cold.

Don’t let the rain come down

I’m very glad that today is a national holiday, because not only did I finally get to sleep in, but now I get to write about my wonderful week. 🙂

Monday, I got to sit in on the wonderful restoration class at my stage, where we learned about “Oil painting technique from the 15th to the 18th centuries”. It’s possibly my favorite class because I always learn something new, and how many people really get to learn about art restoration? It’s also the only class where I generally take over 4 pages of notes, who wants to forget all the cool information and the fun facts like “If you wanted to buy one of Ruebens paintings, you could either pay an arm and a leg for a Ruebens by Ruebens, or pay less for a painting done by Ruebens and one of his students signed by Ruebens, or pay less for a painting done by a student, in the style of Ruebens”. The amazingness of Monday started during the “tea break” in the middle of class, when I got to talk to one of the students. All we talked about was how I was silly to doodle on my notes and where I’m from, but I actually got to practice my french! Then, after class I was asked by another student my opinion on “What’s happening to Obama right now”. I had to show that I’m a typical American and haven’t really paid attention and don’t really have an opinion, but it was really cool to finally be asked about that, because it’s a common question that most of the GPPers hear. Then I bought a nice cheap lunch of a supermarket sandwich with Nutella snack packs, and ate with the students. I had to leave before I was really finished, so I headed downstairs and got to eat with the actual restorers. I finally had a lunch where not only did I get to listen to French, but I got to participate a little in the conversation. After mon stage, I headed to my grammar class where we learned about common phrases using “en”. Then I had class with Marie at IFE where we learned about “Les Consonnes”, when to pronounce certain letters at the ends of words, and, finally, after 8 years of French, when to pronounce the “s” at the end of “plus”. I still don’t completely understand it, but I can finally stop making the common mistake of saying the “s” in “ne…plus”. We managed to have dinner at the foyer, and then Eliza and I worked on our exposés until late at night, when we went to a get together for one of our friend’s birthdays, and then headed to bed.


I woke up early so that I could put the finishing touches on my exposé, make sure it was in French and all that. Then I headed over to Belleville for class with Thierry. The idea was to walk around Belleville, learning the history of the area while looking at where it all actually took place. However, the rain just refused to stop, so we ended up spending class by sitting in a café and taking notes, walking around, finding another café, walking around, and then finding another café. It was a little ridiculous, except I got some free hot chocolate and pastries because of it, thank you Thierry! In the end I had to do my exposé in a café, which was a little awkward, but it would have probably been more awkward sitting in a park like I think Thierry had originally planned. In the end, I got a good grade but Thierry said I would have done much better if I had organized it the French way. Which, is to have an intro and conclusion, and before each section list out what you’re going to say. Basically, be extremely repetitive. We finished early because of the rain, so I headed to the foyer to do everything I didn’t have time to do while working on my exposé and just relax before class. In grammar class, we learned about the futur tense and how to conjugate it. I was suppose to have a make up class for Thierry in the evening, but he canceled it, so I headed home to get ready for the big night of….. Rabi’s birthday!

Rabi was our first friend in France, during Ramadan he fed us dinner, we’ve had parties up in his room, he’s just awesome so we knew we had to do something for his birthday. At first, we just figured we’d bake him brownies or something like that, but eventually it evolved to playing some sort of practical joke on him. We decided that since we always make such a big deal about his awesome afro, we’d all surprise him by wearing afro wigs ourselves. So, after dinner we made the brownies (very hard because not only did we have to switch the measurements, but we couldn’t find any brown sugar at the supermarket) (also, fyi the french do not differentiate between cookies, brownies, and cakes), and got everybody together. He was suppose to come around 11:00, so around then we all put on our wigs and hung around the common room playing games (we taught everyone how to play BS) and taking incredibly silly photos.  By twelve, we were all debating the best way to get him back to the foyer before it got to late when, guess who wandered in, Rabi! He was completely shocked and had no clue what was going on at first. We sung happy and just hung out and it was awesome. Basically, extreme birthday success! Joyeux Anniversaire encore Bert!


Went to my stage expecting to just work on translating the website all morning, only to discover that it was a special class on the  “materials of retouching”. So, I got to sit in on a class taught by the director, talk to some people, and eat lunch with everybody, where I learned important things like how Nutella is actually from Italy. Go Italians! Afterwords I headed to grammar class where I learned when to use the Futur Proche and when to use the Futur Simple, tricky business but it makes more sense now. Then I headed home expecting to just take a nap, eat dinner, and fall asleep early. Instead, I ended up going to a play (a futuristic adaptation of Oscar Wilde’s Salome, very strange, even to the Frenchies) and eating dinner with the group. It’s funny, back in the U.S., I really don’t care about meals. I tend to eat alone and then actually go do something, the meal is just a necessary waste of time before the event. Here, the meal is the event, it’s where I socialize with people and really get to know everyone. Maybe it’s just because the food’s better lol.


I got to sleep in this morning because…. National Holiday! So, after finally catching up on my sleep a bit, I headed to see a film with some friends. We were going to see Buried with Ryan Renolyds, but we ended up getting there to late, so we saw “L’homme qui voulait vivre sa vie” with Romain Duris as the star actor of course! It was a…. strange.. movie. It took a while to actually reach the plot, and then anytime anything happened, they’d basically just flip over the story to make it work. (Spoiler alert) Like, ok he accidentally killed a guy, so he’s going to fake his own death and take the other guys identity, and his life turns out great, until he has to meet someone who knew the guy before, so he fakes his death again and heads to Venezuela, but the ship is attacked! So he gets thrown off the boat with proof of the attack, gives the proof to someone else who becomes famous and walks off into the distance! Basically, the film was very french and very heavy, I walked away with a weird feeling that I’ve only just gotten rid of by watching big bang theory with Zipeng. As awesome as Romain Duris is, I would not recommend that film. We had a very diverse group movie taste wise, and none of us really had anything to say about it.

So, that was my super-awesome week! Which I guess technically isn’t over yet, but since I’m only going to my stage tomorrow morning and don’t have class, I’m saying the weekend has started.

I may have seen a really weird film and play, but this week was still incredible because I simultaneously had the awesome feeling of finishing my exposé and the incredible feeling of hanging out with friends. Success, I am ready for this weekend. 🙂

Hope everyone had a happy Veterans day! Bonne soirée!

Si j’entends un autre mot d’anglais, je vais tuer quelqu’un.

Today started out pretty normal. I went to my stage, sat in on the art history class, worked up the courage to actually ask if there was something I should do afterwords, and then ate my lunch at mon stage. I felt pretty darn good, I didn’t hide in the corner or feel lost at all, big progress for shy me. Then I left early in case someone decided to screw up ligne 4 again, and got to Saint Michel with some extra time. So, I read the newspaper inside Shakespeare and Company, which happens to be the only warm free place I’ve found near my class, unless I wanted to sit inside Notre Dame, but that’s probably not all that warm.  Went to my Grammar class, learned about the different uses of plus-que-parfait and wrote funny stories for practice. Then I headed over to IFE where we had a special guest lecturer about Discrimination and Racism in France. It was really interesting, and fun to listen to somebody speak really fast French. After that we rushed back to get to the cafeteria before it closed. I decided to not eat there though, because the food looked particuarly bad today, and I’m imposing new rules on myself so that I don’t go to sleep hungry every night. So, instead of picking at the foyer dinner, I bought some Kebab to eat after I hung out with everybody else while they ate. And not I’m full and very glad about my decision. 🙂

So, all in all it was a good day. I’m just very annoyed because I can’t seem to escape English. People speak English during my French class, then I go home and all the Americans speak English. Even if I speak French they don’t switch. In America I randomly switch into French, so I was really looking forward to living in a country where I could really embrace my love for the language, but proving difficult to find people to speak with. Then I thought that maybe I’d have more luck next semester, but it seems like people in that program speak English all the time too. O well, I’ll figure something out. I may just have to join some clubs eventually and spend more time away from the foyer. Which is really sad, but if I don’t become fluent this year will have been a waste.

Anyhoo, it’ll all work out.

Note: I’ve basically stopped mentioning the strikes because they’ve become normal life for me, but I’ll sum it up here. The strikes have been happening for over a week now, every day. They don’t affect me too much except the lines are more crowded and sometimes slower. Although yesterday line 4 stopped working, but that might have just been a bomb threat or something. When I read the newspapers and talk to people I hear about how the strikes are affecting planes and cars because people can’t buy gas or something. Also, in other cities such as Lyon, there is some violence. Highschoolers and blocking the entrance to their schools with trash cans, or spreading trash through cities, or random stuff like that. The violence generally happens when high schoolers get involved because they’re not as organized and don’t work with the police to make sure the protests are peaceful. Apparently the government is suppose to vote soon, which may end the strikes, but there’s lots of loopholes so no one really knows. Also, the general opinion seems to be that the strikes don’t change anything, and that Sarkozy will do what he wants in the end.

That’s all I’ve got for tonight!

Bonne nuit tout le monde!

Une semaine folle

Hello again. This week I was horrible with updating, but for a good reason. My friend Rebecca from Goucher came a visited me! So, I spent my time talking to her and running around Paris instead of updating my blog. 🙂 Which was wonderful, but unfortunately I can’t remember many details since I didn’t update every night like usual. But, here it is.

Tuesday, I work up early and headed to Pere Lachaise cemetary for my course with Theirry (Paris-France-Paris). We learned about the history of strikes in Paris and strikes at Pere Lachaise. Then we walked around and saw various graves of famous historical people, the jewish memorial section, and a famous wall that I cannot remember the name. It was pretty cold, and pretty early, but we survived by finishing at a café for some hot chocolate.

Then we took the bus to class, ate some falafal and went to class. After class I headed up to Gare to Nord to meet Rebecca. Luckily it was very easy (thank you french signage) and neither of us had to wait long. Then we headed to the foyer for some slightly edible dinner. 🙂

Wednesday, I went to my stage and if I remember correctly I helped somebody move around and take pictures of their painting. Then I headed back to the foyer and brought Rebecca with me to Saint Michel so she could spend the time being touristy, while I was in my grammar class. After that we went home and Eliza, Rebecca, and I had dinner at a Thai restaurant off of rue de charonne. The food was good, although I chose not to try the curried frog legs even though it was the first time I had seen frog legs on a menu in Paris. We also found a cute boutique which actually made me want to spend money for clothes. It wasn’t too expensive, but too much for my normal wardrobe. But everything was beautiful and artsy. I may just go back there for Christmas.

Thursday, I sat in on the Art history class again and then went to my grammar class. After words I met up with Rebecca and had awesome crepes. Then we went into Gilbert Jeune so she could buy a Where’s Charlie?(Waldo) and some gifts. We ate dinner at the foyer, and then had an awesome evening finding Charlie with Zipeng and other foyer kids.

Friday, I finished translating chapter titles from an English book about the scientific aspect of Restoration. Then I helped someone to move their painting around and get supplies. Then I watched someone use a usb microscope with the laptop to view the microscopic cracks and details of the painting. She taught me how if the fibers on the back of a canvas are different colors, it means the canvas is made of 2 types fiber. Also, I saw where the microorganisms has starting eating in between the fibers. It was incredibly cool, I never thought a painting could have so much texture to it (except those of Van Gogh of course). After mon stage, I headed back to the foyer and introduced Rebecca to my favorite Kebab place. Then we headed across town to see the Eiffel tower. Luckily the line wasn’t long at all, so after checking out the amazing view we were able to wander around a bit. We found some very cute shops, and some very expensive ones, and wondered about how different the lives in the 7th district must be compared to my side of town. Imagine living next to the Eiffel tower. We were able to see peoples roofs with gardens and terrazzos and hot tubs. Imagine how rich you have to be to have a rooftop hot tub next to the Eiffel tower. Since it was cold, rainy, and public bathrooms don’t really exist in Paris, we headed into a café for some hot chocolate. The waitress was nice enough to let us have a table inside even though they were getting ready for dinner (in france, it seems that the workers eat dinner at the restaurant before the customers come in). After that it was time to meet up with Madame (my wonderful high school french teacher)! We met her at her hotel where I got to speak french with the host, it’s sad but anytime I really really get to speak french here, I’m extremely happy. Then we headed to this restaurant that he had recommended, which turned out to be the café we were just in! We had a wonderful dinner with Madame and her husband. I got caught up on Southington school info and Madame’s travels, and I told her about my internship and my classes at the Sorbonne. We ended up talking until late in the night. I’m so glad I was able to meet up with Madame and I was sad to leave. Four years ago when I met Madame, I never would have imagined meeting up with her in Paris. It’s amazing where life will lead you. After that we headed back to the foyer and ended up just being bums and talking, which is something I miss here in Paris. It’s hard to just relax and have conversations since I constantly have to think of how to say words, deal with cultural differences, and I just haven’t really known anyone here for that long. Erica you spoil me with out since-preschool-friendship!

Saturday we woke up early (9 :-O) to explore Pigalle (Moulin Rouge district). Rebecca had found addresses for a famous bakery and chocolate shop. So, we bought a baguette, which for me was just normal but I think I’ve just eaten too much bread here. Never thought I would ever say that. At least there aren’t hot dogs here so they can’t make me tired of them! The chocolate shop is called L’etoile d’or and was amazing. It’s very small and doesn’t look all that fancy. I wasn’t planning on buying anything, but when the lady opened the chocolate display, oh my god I could not resist that smell. The lady was so nice, she kept saying “you have to take this one” “do you like coffee, ok these two” “you don’t like that, ok try this instead” but she was also nice enough to stop and not make Rebecca buy the whole case. I bought a chocolate with salted caramel and a chocolate with gold leaf. Both were delicious, although I doubt it was because of the gold leaf lol. That night we had dinner with the foyer crew. It was a little crazy at first because we kinda randomly joined the group, and then some people left, and then some people joined. But, in the end it was an amazing night (even if they stole all my cough drops! Halls don’t exist here! It’s only Ricola!) After dinner we thought about going out, but nobody was doing anything except sitting in bars. So, we decided to watch Cinderella instead. 😀

Sunday we woke up early to get Rebecca on her 8:45 train. I had never woken up before the guard gets to the foyer, the streets were practically empty and everything had a sort of eerie feeling. I’m use to being out really late, but for some the morning just felt strange for me. Once I got back to the foyer I took advantage of being up early to do some laundry and other chores with nobody around. For lunch I cooked for the first time at the foyer. I made myself scrambled eggs with ham and toast. Not to fancy, but it made me happy. Later I had an amazing skype chat with all my family. It was my cousins wedding this passed weekend, so my mom got out her mac at the hotel and set up a skype session all by herself. I got to talk to my little cousins and learn how Sammy is going to be a bunny for Halloween, my grandmother asked me why I hadn’t found a man yet and if my grades were good, my mom and aunt started tearing up talking about the wedding, I even got to talk to the bride herself! I love technology! I had to sit downstairs in the common room for a good enough connection, but it was too early for a real crowd and I wore headphones so nobody cared.

Monday I sat in on the Restoration class and learned different techniques for frescos. In grammar class we worked on Imparfait and Passé Composé. Then I had class with Marie where we worked on liaisons and les enchaînements consonantiques. Then we rushed back to the foyer just to realize we were too late for dinner, and to eat kebab instead.

Tuesday, we started early with our Paris-France-Paris class. I finally started taking proper notes because it turns out we have tests where we have to write essays about what we’ve learned. Would’ve been nice to know that from the start. After class Eliza and I ate some pizza for lunch. My first pizza in France, it was very good, I got the ham and goat cheese, only it was good goat cheese, not that American stuff. Then I had grammar class and dinner at the foyer. Dinner was of course nothing all that good, so I was very hungry afterwords. I’m starting to be constantly hungry, even though I eat three meals a day. I think it’s the combination of all the walking I do here, and the smaller meals without snacking. I’m trying to change my habits, but it’s tricky because the French don’t really sell snack food, and everything you can buy on the street is a form of bread. But I’ll figure something out. 😀

Today, I spent my time at mon stage helping somebody do a little experiment. Annette showed us 3 types of “White Spirit” which is used to clean the paintings among other things. One of the “white spirits” was “normal”, the other “de-aromatised” (which doesn’t mean smell-less), and the last one was an organic substitute. She already knew the difference between the first too, but the organic was new and there was question as to whether it could work the same with organic ingredients instead of chemicals.  So, they took an extra painting and we did some tests comparing how long it took for each one to evaporate and penetrate the painting. I’m wondering if France does as many science experiments in school as in the U.S. because for me it seemed very simple, and I was kinda baffled as to why they weren’t recording everything, or just why they did things certain ways. In the end, Annette wanted it like I would expect a typical experiment to be, but I had to leave before we could finish it. I’m getting better about asking what I need to do at mon stage, I’m just annoyed with myself because it’s taken a month to get comfortable. But, that’s me, whatchagonnado.

I had some extra time after lunch, so I headed to Monoprix to buy some school supplies and proper winter leggings. I already have to wear tights under my jeans in order to not freeze everyday. Atleast they turned on the heat at mon stage today, even if they are just portable heaters.

In grammar class we started to learn about the plus-que-parfait and got the dates for our 8:30am final test. Apparently there’s going to be a big ceremony and everything when we receive our certificates.

Then I headed home, ate dinner with the group, attempted to buy some food, and now I’m here.

I might head out to boire un verre with some friends later, alors, bonne soirée everyone!

I’m hungry….

Lundi est magnifique, au moins aujourd’hui

Looking back on it, today was pretty darn good. I woke up and had the good sense to drink some green tea. Which allowed me to be awake enough to thoroughly enjoy the Restoration class I sat in on at mon stage. The amount of notes the French take is amazing, I had 4 pages by the end of it, and I was missing a lot of what was said. Although, considering it’s basically two hours of the professor talking, I can see where all the notes come from. Basically la prof slowly read off her notes, interjecting tidbits so it wasn’t boring. Then at the end she showed photos illustrating what she was talking about. One weird thing, she took a break for tea at 11:30, which had me worried because I figured it meant half way through the class and I wouldn’t be able to stay for the end. Turns out after the break she only had 15 more minutes to go. Why not just wait for the end of class? I have no idea. I asked Marie about it later, and it seemed weird to her, so maybe it’s just that prof. Another thing, the notes seemed really really structured. For example, the prof would say “the title is such and such…… first point….. a)…..b)…etc”.

Then I head to my second to last phonetics class :-(. We worked on the R, took our last test, and then learned the difference between S and Z, which isn’t really that hard, I just have to stress the Z more because apparently us Americans say it enough.

In my grammar class we worked on opposition/concession, had another mini-debate, the difference between revenir/retourner/rentrer, and took a practice test that’s similar to the final. The practice test was really tricky because there was a section on Vocabulaire which is still my weak point. But, I have some time to figure it out.

Then I headed to IFE for Marie’s class where we practiced more phonetics. We worked on l’accent tonal and how the french don’t talk all singsongy like the Americans. It’s really tricky to keep my sentences more monotone, but I can do it if I focus. Also, while at IFE I talked to Thomas about some forms for the foyer and for OFII. He is incredibly nice, to all future GPP and IFEers, don’t forget that the IFE crew is always there to help, and are some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet.

We had diner at the foyer with the normal crew. I love dinner au foyer because most of the time we end up just hanging out and talking even after we finish. It helps my French more than the Sorbonne classes. After dinner there was a Pot D’acceuil in the common room to welcome the new residents, basically a happy hour (yacht club style). So, I got to meet new people and just talk with everyone. I stayed way too long, and probably won’t get much sleep tonight. But, it’s worth it. France is teaching me to be a little social butterfly, who knows what will happen when I head home. 😛

To sum up my day, it’s the little things like a good day at my internship and talking with friends that make me want to stay here forever. If it wasn’t so darn expensive I’d be planning out how to stay another year. Silly Euro, go down.

Bonne nuit!