french
after being screwed today for the umpteenth time by a french person (no pun intended), i was upset. instead of dwelling in my recently found disgust for people, i did what any nerd would do - i went to gibert jeune (paris' multi-floored answer to barnes & noble and office max combined) and bought a cool pen and notebooks. the semester is almost over, by why should the joy of 'back-to-school' shopping only be had when going back to school? i feel like this will be my last time going to school for a while, so i just wanted a little taste before finally relinquising my notebooks for checkbooks. :/ so, why was i screwed by a french person, you ask. well, in essence, i suppose i was screwed more by a whole clan of frenchies rather than just one individual. today i was supposed to give a presentation in my litterature and art class on realism (yeah, should be easy - based on reality. . .not that simple). so after i finished the damn thing early this morning before leaving for class i went to the copy shop to print out some color copies of 2 paintings that i would show. i called the place in advance, just to make sure that they would be open and that they could indeed fulfill my request - check and check. so i get there about an hour and a half before my class, just to make sure. the place is packed like the toy aisle on december 24. why do so many people need to make photocopies at 11:30 on a monday?? well, apparently one girl needed to make about a thousand color copies, occupying the only computer in the place. i should've forseen it. so i wait, and i wait a bit more, then politely ask the fella at behind the register if it would be possible for me to use the other unoccupied computer. 'actually, no, you can't, i'm sorry.' hm, back to waiting. an hour passes, that's right, an hour. i would've like to have eaten some lunch before my 3-hour class. . . finally miss color copy-pants finishes so i can make my 2 whole copies before walking over to school. (on a positive note, the copy place was right across the street from school, not 20 minutes away, thankfully). so, i guess i'm 'ready' for my presentation, so i just go over one last time in the hall. the prof. comes in and informs us that she has to leave early for a mandatory meeting at the sorbonne, so we won't be able to get through all the presentations today. that's ok, i think, because mine is on realism, which happens in the 19th century, waaay before futurism or cubism. however, i didn't forsee that the dude presenting realism and symbolism would get to go ahead of me. . . great, and plus, his presentation is like half of mine! so i'm getting all nervous b/c i'm going to have to repeat half of what he just said in my presentation right after his. well, no fear, b/c i don't get to go. so now i have to wait two weeks to give mine! boo.
the pen and notebooks really did lift my spirits, however. i walked to the bus stop humming 'singin' in the rain' with a smile on my face. as i entered my courtyard leading to my building a little clan of obnoxious 8-year old boys stood making faces and being generally obnoxious. so i turned as i went i n the door and stuck my tongue out. : P
the pen and notebooks really did lift my spirits, however. i walked to the bus stop humming 'singin' in the rain' with a smile on my face. as i entered my courtyard leading to my building a little clan of obnoxious 8-year old boys stood making faces and being generally obnoxious. so i turned as i went i n the door and stuck my tongue out. : P