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A few things that have to go under the radar of the parents.
I actually am homesick. Quite. I'm having a good time here too, of course, but it's hard because I'm so far from my usual network of friends and plunged into a foreign language, etc. And the French are hard to crack. Not that this entire situation is impossible, but I keep drifting back to two things: the late-summer late-night trip to the Jersey shore, and my last night in Montreal at St-E's. And now here I am in France, you know, sticking a frozen dinner into the microwave...
And no cell phone yet, and no bank card yet, and there's shit I really really need to buy. Like a pillow. I need a new pillow hardcore. And I need some multivitamins and a flu shot, evidently. And some new dress shirts and socks, and maybe even a pair of shoes that isn't blindingly white. And I can't do any of this. Damn you, Student Paperwork Reduction Program, damn you to hell! You've cost me three weeks of a social life!
The girls in the Geography department are h-a-w-t as well. It's too bad about that communication barrier, and also that I'm so non-smooth. Actually, depending on what I talk about there isn't even much of a communication barrier, but if I wanted to go after one of them I don't think I'd actually know where to start. Cause the French just ARE that way. Oh well. There's always senior year of university, back in good ole Separatistville.
But everything else on my blog holds.
I actually am homesick. Quite. I'm having a good time here too, of course, but it's hard because I'm so far from my usual network of friends and plunged into a foreign language, etc. And the French are hard to crack. Not that this entire situation is impossible, but I keep drifting back to two things: the late-summer late-night trip to the Jersey shore, and my last night in Montreal at St-E's. And now here I am in France, you know, sticking a frozen dinner into the microwave...
And no cell phone yet, and no bank card yet, and there's shit I really really need to buy. Like a pillow. I need a new pillow hardcore. And I need some multivitamins and a flu shot, evidently. And some new dress shirts and socks, and maybe even a pair of shoes that isn't blindingly white. And I can't do any of this. Damn you, Student Paperwork Reduction Program, damn you to hell! You've cost me three weeks of a social life!
The girls in the Geography department are h-a-w-t as well. It's too bad about that communication barrier, and also that I'm so non-smooth. Actually, depending on what I talk about there isn't even much of a communication barrier, but if I wanted to go after one of them I don't think I'd actually know where to start. Cause the French just ARE that way. Oh well. There's always senior year of university, back in good ole Separatistville.
But everything else on my blog holds.