A day in life of the lab
I'm at Photo class right now, and I love spending time here. In fact, I spend a lot of time here. Yesterday, I spent 4 hours working on three photos. The project was self-portrait, and dam, I did it good. It's me on the couch in my host-family's apartment, all on the couch, which frames each picture the same way. But that's why it took so long--I had to expose properly my face in each pic, and then make sure that the three looked exactly the same in every other aspect. It was so frustrating, so technical, and so satisfying when I finished. It's not perfect, but then again, nothing really is. I'm in love with my teacher too... nice flirty relationship, unnecessary bises et cetera. Ha, I eat it up. I should be leaving, because class is almost over, but I'm eating lunch from the bakery & staying until I get some more done. I took gorgeous photos of Anna late last night, had one of those girl heart-to-hearts, and I really want to have a beautiful finished product to show her. I should go type out and study my Introduction au Droit notes, but it's boring like nothing else I've ever known. Even though this is just one class, I give myself to it heart and soul and energy--because God knows I didn't sleep last night, but I was up & here early for class. I still show up early, some habits die hard. It was my friend Laura's 21st birthday yesterday, and we talked till 2:00 in the morning, my time. Oooh!!! So I was hyperventilating and freaking out on Monday about everything I have to do in the next 6 weeks, especially about plans with friends, and thank the Lord, it's all settled on its own. Laura's going to be in Omaha and not Chicago this summer, which will be the only pheasible way I will be able to leave Paris--even though I would like to see my loved-ones... I really love living here. Geneviève and I are not in fact going to Rome, which was going to be expensive, making it stressful--but we are going to find another non-expensive and non-stressful vacation option. And as far as I know, my boyfriend's still alive in Beirut. Their political situation is precarious at best right now, and I really want him to come back safe and sound. I like this boy a lot... we've only been seeing each other for around 2 months, and I leave in 6 weeks--but I've definitely learned so much from him and enjoyed spending time with him. It's not over yet, so, it continues. OK, back to work. Life is good. FAFSA bites, but oh well.