I'm on the plane now, waiting for takeoff. This plane is a lot bigger than the last one and seems less crowded. More empty seats ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in the Philadelphia airport now, waiting to board the plane to Paris. Two minor criseses avoided: 1) It took so long to get my money exchanged that I almost didn't get to the gate at boarding time. 2) When I finally got to the gate, I heard my name announced over the loudspeaker telling me to check in. And it was so terrifying to hear ( Read more... )

My first entry in this journal. Sara gave it to me, just a few days ago. She knows how much I love JM Barrie. I've never seen the quote on the cover before, though. * Wonder what work it's from ( Read more... )

What will this day be like, I wonder?
What will my future be, I wonder?
It could be so exciting
to be out in the world, to be free.
My heart should be wildly rejoicing.
Oh, what's the matter with me?
I've always longed for adventure,
to do the things I've never dared.
Now here I'm facing adventure.
Then why am I so scared?

This will be the last entry I make ( Read more... )

It seems like today and yesterday have contained a year's worth of good times and good news.

Yesterday I went right over to Grandma's house after I got off work. She was serving dinner of shrimp gumbo, crawfish pie, and pizza, as well as several different desserts. Connie, Athena, Eva, and Karla Ann were there visiting, and Josh, Jacob, Cathy, and ( Read more... )

The drive from Mark and Vickie's house to the French Consulate was only about thirty minutes, but Mom and I left two hours before my appointment, because the Consulate won't see you if you're late, and appointments have to be made so far in advance that if I didn't get my visa today, I probably wouldn't get it in time to leave for France. I almost ( Read more... )

I'm almost halfway done with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. So far I've stuck to my goal of reading one chapter a day, and I'm still keeping a journal of it, which I write in almost every day (which is why I've haven't been writing in this journal so much lately).

I'm back at Mom's house for now. Moving out of Slobpartment went smoothly and ( Read more... )

My paperwork has arrived from France. I have taken a cue from Jeremy Bentham, the philosopher who divided life into units of pleasure and pain, and broken things up into pieces of good and bad news.

Amiens. The first piece of bad news is that I'm going to be teaching in Amiens, not in Lille as I had hoped. The good news is that Amiens is further ( Read more... )

I counted this morning, and it seems that I have almost a thousand dollars saved for my trip to France. That’s pretty unbelievable, considering that most of this money came from Christmas and graduation gifts alone, not from my earning it. I still haven’t found a job for the summer. I dropped off applications at Subway and the temporary job agency ( Read more... )

One of my roommates cooked a huge batch of cookies early this month, and even with all four of us eating them, they lasted a pretty long time. I still don't know what kind of cookies they were, but I was able to identify chocolate chips, white chocolate chips, raisins, and oatmeal in them.

Today I discovered that I'm weaker than the wind. I was ( Read more... )