my apartment and my dichotomous life
There we have a few views my bedroom and our cute livingroom. Charlotte's asleep, so I could not snap hers.
Internet and I haven't been the best bedfellows as of late, but now that it is finally-- finally!-- installed in the apartment, I would like to pick up the pen again, but I am almost not sure how; words have been increasingly awkward and cumbersome in both languages.
And there's a lot left unsaid.
To make a long story short: Life in Paris is fantastic, and fast-paced, and would make any one of you slightly jealous, I think; school is a waste of time, awful, undemanding, uptight.
It's scrambled my brains a bit, not sure what to do yet. But I won't stay there past the end of the semester. In fact, I skipped class this afternoon and am not attending at all tomorrow. Why would I want to sit through 2 classes that both last four and half hours where I invariably end up doing nothing but wait and listen to an arrogant teacher rattle on while my head fills with insolent thoughts?
Bang: there are 56 kids in my class. No one told us that before.
And the kids there are nice, no complaints to their persons. But its torture that, after being spoiled at RISD, being surrounding by such mediocre and downright poor work.
How can I sit in that overcrowded room when there's so much out there to do?
I've been kept quite busy, when I am not locked to that unhappy desk.