a brief glimse if you will. on monday it was sunny and gorg in paris. i am not good with temperature guesses, but i wore a blazer and scarf so you can figure that out.
anyway, monday started off... less than spectacular. on my metro ride i was chillin' as normal. listening to some jams. regina specktor BEGIN TO HOPE... if you are curious. if you want to be in the moment with me so to speak. haha.
so chilling. make my transfer. get on new train. chilling. arrive at my stop. step off train. my chill morning is interrupted. an impostor. madame thaib. yes. you recognize the name. my french teacher. OYE.
she starts parle-ing avec moi in french of course. how was my weekend. what did i do. i answer in broken french slash frenglish. like whatever. mi ami lauren. visite du barcelona. (broken french... bleh bleh) ehhh (more broken french blehhh). as we get up the escalator i have now become aware that she spent her weekend at bookfair. she is amazed i walked all around paris in my ballet flats. she broke her foot last year and has to wear orthopedic shoes (did not catch this french word but she pointed at her black less-than-chic sneaks). ahh. oui oui. wellllll. then i tried to work some french magic. il faut aller a la banque.
and i'm free. i tranverser la rue and fake go to the atm. no i am not proud i fake atm'd. i am proud i escaped. so you win some you lose some. listen people, before you judge. in case you FORGOT. monday is double period french. so i did what i HAD to do. mmkay?
whatever. nbd. 8 kids show up to my french class of approx 20. fml. so we are sitting. period one goes by painfully slow. then as the break is about to occur a moment of complete and utter shock occurs throughout the room.
madame thaib: i think for the next period we should all get lunch together.
shock factors. one. it was said in english. two. she suggested we ultimately skip class. three. the activity included food.
um okay. so we all meet up at the restaurant right outside the metro. a few additional people stroll in for period two. and we enjoy a nice lunch. i speak in english. oops. and i discuss amsterdam plans with two girls that just got back. all in all a success. then we all peace out. good second period.
after french i decide to be noble and take advantage of the weather. so i opt to WALK HOME. i am going to make myself sound impressive, unless you know how the arrondissements work. in which case i am less impressive. BUT. i live in the 17th district or arrondissement. my school is in the 7th. yeah i walked it.
so in reality. i walk from the seventh, across the bridge, through the 8th, and arrive in the 17th, but it sounnnnddds like i walked 10 districts home. eh?
anyway, the walk isn't THAT short, it is hefty. made even heftier by me getting l'lost. like OOPS. when i got the l'arch i was tres confused as to which one of the million rues jutting from the circle was the one i needed. oye. def took out my map. def looked like a tourist. def got home over an hour later. oops.
i got home. went to monoprix. met marlyse in park. gym'd. and made dinner. overall success if i do say so myself.
listen people. one day at a time.
yesterday i walked home.
today i booked tickets to and from amsterdam to meet abbs.
tomorrow i will do laundry.
BIG THINGS ARE HAPPENING on this side of the atlantic. watch out.
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