9/18/2010 5:24 AM
Yes mommy, I’m still up at 5:24 AM.
Today was quite a journey, and I’ll try and remember everything, but the best part was at night, so we’ll see how much I can actually remember.
I woke up late, headed to phonetics class. Had my test, which wasn’t that hard because you were allowed to listen to your answers and redo them if they didn’t seem right. Headed to my grammaire course, which finished early because my Prof is awesome. I didn’t think French profressors ever finished early, everyone in class didn’t know what to do. Then I bonded with a bunch of Americans from class. They’re all really nice, but it really bugs me how nobody speaks French, even though were all at the same level. It really shows me how different my study abroad experience is, since some of them don’t even want to try French food or experiences.
Then I headed back to the foyer for dinner, which wasn’t that great, the food seems to be getting worse as time goes on. Also, I love talking to people at the foyer, but I’m starting to hate that they all speak English, because then I completely get away when I slip into English. I want to be completely immersed and forced to speak French!!!!
Then I texted Rabi to find out when we were heading to the club tonight. He said that everyone was in his room and to meet him there, which I assumed meant “we’re going soon”. Nope, apparently the club isn’t free until after 1. So, we hung out with everyone listening to music and dancing in the tiny room until 1. Then we headed to “The Wax” (none of the clubs have names that make sense), which was a nice club but the music wasn’t that great. I think it’s a French thing to not know how to switch from one song to another, half the time they’d make the sound of a siren while they switched songs and other times it just awkwardly switched, with a nice pause for awkwardness. But I had a great time and danced for three hours straight. One of the reasons we had decided to go out was because we wanted to see if European boys could dance. For the most part they can (I say for the most part, because the Frenchie I know is an awesome dancer, but another frenchie at the club danced like he was stuck in the 70s). It’s a different style, more focus on the moves than the feel of the music, or at least that’s how it looked to me. But it was really cool to watch. So then around 4:30 we left the club and headed back to the foyer. We were typical college kids and woke up our friend who didn’t come. And now I’m going to bed.
So family, yes, I stayed up ridiculously late, no, I am not turning into a crazy party girl. It’s just the culture here is, if you wanna go dancing you gotta stay up until the sun rises.