It’s a good thing I didn’t have access to a computer yesterday between the hours of 11am and roughly 4.
I would have written something similar to the following;
GET ME THE EFF EFF EFF EFF OUT OF HERE. THIS IS NOT FUN!
If words could describe it, of course.
First wall. Ok. Over it.
Kassie and I were talking about it though because we’re having some of the same issues and it’s not that we’ve been getting worse (as it seems inside our heads) but that our standards are going up. We need to be able to do and say and understand more and right now we can’t. And since I’m known for my patience this should be great………….
I’m stepping my game up now. I borrowed a bunch of Mireille’s dictionaries and conjugation books etc etc. I also sat around in an enormous book store on the main street yesterday. Good times, good practice, cheap books. It seems rare over here that anyone publishes anything in a quality higher than those inexpensive classic type books. Excellent feature,
After classes yesterday, we had some fancy pants reception with the CIEF kids and the president of the university. Big stuff. She seemed nice but since I will never see her again in my life she could have been a huge jerk and I wouldn’t have really thought twice about it.
There was good food and good wine.
Today Kassie and I finally get to meet with the woman who sent us the email last week asking us if we were here. She’s giving us 15 minutes of her time to figure out the next 9 months. That would bother me more if I didn’t have 5 euros to my name and an ATM card that doesn’t work. (Mom, I’ll call). Thank goodness for credit cards and cheap bastardlyness.
On a completely different note, I think I had a dream about running last night. I haven’t run a lot here because I walk about 3 miles a day and because I don’t have that much time until after school. I also don’t dare to leave at 6:30am without telling Mireille. She would probably get very confused.
Also, have a slight mental block due to the “faire du jogging” title. Yes, now I’m going to go do some jogging. Nothing gets an athlete fired up quite like that blow to the ego. Did Paul Pierce’s host mother say “oh, Paul, are going to the Garden tonight to do some baskets?” (and we are such comparable athletes...)
There has got to be some seriously rearrangement to athletic vocabulary in this country.
Morning. Have to run (should I say jog?)
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