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Rough day.
First day of my one and only French University class, on the Renaissance. It was so over my head. I couldn't understand anything and all the sudden everyone was signing up for things and I blindly signed up to give a 20 minute presentation on a painting I don't know the name of or of the artist because I couldn't understand the professors accent. I felt like I was having a panic attack. I physically felt terrible and all I wanted to do was cry. Especially moreso after I went and spoke to my advisor at Reid Hall she said it was my fault because I didn't look at any other courses. And she is 100 % correct. I put all my eggs in this class's basket and now all the other classes have started and I can't switch.
She said my only other option was to speak to the director of the program about being excused from taking a university class. I would feel so terrible because its my fault that I would need to be excused and I would just feel really, really embaressed. I don't know why I just felt so incredibly overwhelmed and emotion, I was on the brink of tears the entire time speaking to her.
Section II of the class is tomorrow and if its anything like today I am just going to talk to the director. To make my day just a little shittier I get home host mom says that tonight is not a good night to have dinner, and she would rather switch it to Tuesdays. I said okay. But Tuesday was better for her because they had a whole bunch of people over tonight. Maybe they needed the extra chair.
Other than this hooplah Paris is getting easier. I love all of my classes at Reid Hall. And I am going to start doing research for the curator at the Met soon, which I am really looking forward to. I had a fun, crazy drunk weekend and met new friends.
I am going to go make some soup now, my family's guests fiiiinalllly left.
First day of my one and only French University class, on the Renaissance. It was so over my head. I couldn't understand anything and all the sudden everyone was signing up for things and I blindly signed up to give a 20 minute presentation on a painting I don't know the name of or of the artist because I couldn't understand the professors accent. I felt like I was having a panic attack. I physically felt terrible and all I wanted to do was cry. Especially moreso after I went and spoke to my advisor at Reid Hall she said it was my fault because I didn't look at any other courses. And she is 100 % correct. I put all my eggs in this class's basket and now all the other classes have started and I can't switch.
She said my only other option was to speak to the director of the program about being excused from taking a university class. I would feel so terrible because its my fault that I would need to be excused and I would just feel really, really embaressed. I don't know why I just felt so incredibly overwhelmed and emotion, I was on the brink of tears the entire time speaking to her.
Section II of the class is tomorrow and if its anything like today I am just going to talk to the director. To make my day just a little shittier I get home host mom says that tonight is not a good night to have dinner, and she would rather switch it to Tuesdays. I said okay. But Tuesday was better for her because they had a whole bunch of people over tonight. Maybe they needed the extra chair.
Other than this hooplah Paris is getting easier. I love all of my classes at Reid Hall. And I am going to start doing research for the curator at the Met soon, which I am really looking forward to. I had a fun, crazy drunk weekend and met new friends.
I am going to go make some soup now, my family's guests fiiiinalllly left.