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Well, it all ended stranger and maybe as dangerous as I might have imagined. A lot of people went out the night before their plane ride back for the US, and what do some of them do? They go out and drink. A whole world of suck to be drunk in a foreign city, intoxicated, and getting lost, the very night before the plane ride home. That seemed to be the case for one of the students; he defiantly did not return to our hotel at night. WIth an hour and a half left before the entire school gets on the subway to get to the air port, one is still unaccounted for. He's somewhere in the city still, and he's been out there all night.
As for me, I am in the international Eurostar station, about to take an underground train to paris for four five more full days. And then I am headed back to the US on the 14th. I prayed for that student. I hope that he is OK, and that he gets back in one piece. My poor father. He doesn't need this to happen to him. He works hard every year to pull this off. As for myself, I still don't know if I can do this again with him and a trip like this in the future.
I intend to enjoy Paris as much as I can. As long as I can make some friends and get them to hang out with me, I'll be happy getting drunk on the Seine river and party with all of the people who show up there each night. I'll be happy getting a better look in Notre Dame cathedral, the Louvre, and the art district of paris that is relative to the Moulin Rouge. But I can tell that I am going to be pretty tired after all of this. I'm a little tired now.
When I get back, I look forwards to a summer of art making, walking to the flying star for reading and ice coffee, getting back into and staying in shape and remaining healthy; even work, because I am not worried about homework and all I'll do is read more books and play video games, and get paid for it.
As for me, I am in the international Eurostar station, about to take an underground train to paris for four five more full days. And then I am headed back to the US on the 14th. I prayed for that student. I hope that he is OK, and that he gets back in one piece. My poor father. He doesn't need this to happen to him. He works hard every year to pull this off. As for myself, I still don't know if I can do this again with him and a trip like this in the future.
I intend to enjoy Paris as much as I can. As long as I can make some friends and get them to hang out with me, I'll be happy getting drunk on the Seine river and party with all of the people who show up there each night. I'll be happy getting a better look in Notre Dame cathedral, the Louvre, and the art district of paris that is relative to the Moulin Rouge. But I can tell that I am going to be pretty tired after all of this. I'm a little tired now.
When I get back, I look forwards to a summer of art making, walking to the flying star for reading and ice coffee, getting back into and staying in shape and remaining healthy; even work, because I am not worried about homework and all I'll do is read more books and play video games, and get paid for it.