I am sorry if anyone is "following" this blog. It's probably disappointing since I basically never post anything! And now I'm going to have blog diarrhea from the past 2 weeks of not posting. Yay!
beautiful sacré-coeur |
Let the cleanse commence:
My classes at Paris VII started this week, all on the same day, from 9-12 then 2-5 in French. My notes, and everyone here takes mad notes, have a lot of question marks and "I think she's saying..." so that gives you an idea of my comprehension level. I do think I got lucky with my professors though, because they both seem approachable and one even offers supplementary work for non-French speakers, which is not what I expected at all. Other things I didn't expect about French university courses–no syllabi to be seen, students are kind of rude/informal with the professors, everyone wears jeans, people talk at full volume to each other during a lecture (RUDE), there's no books to buy :D, I already have to do an oral presentation GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!H!H!HH!!!!!!!!
Also, I showed up to a class I thought I had on Thursday morning only to discover an empty room. Then, looking back through my notes, scrawled at the top "TD to commence next week." Brain you have failed me, I'm sure for the first of many times during this adventure. Also, french classes have two sections, the cours magistral (CM) and the TD, but my silly brain doesn't remember what that stands for. The CM is all lecture and the TD is like the participatory part, where I will be making a fool of myself next week when I do my exposé. If nothing else, I will provide a wonderful semester-long source of fun for my French peers. Every time I raise my hand, I'm sure giggles will abound as I say things in French like "The sociology, it is, what is, and that is why what they migration they is good, but for some is bad but not really or things like that." Ahhh, Tuesdays, the days when my French eloquence will have a real chance to shine in the classroom.
Besides school, this week I went to two different falafel places (Moaz was better that L'as, don't listen to Rick Steves!), went to the Louvre just to use the free toilet, saw lots of people doing Tai Chi (it's definitely a thing here), ate a kiwi, got tickets to Istanbul (!), went to Montmarte/ Sacré-Coeur (neighborhood of Amelie and a beautiful church) and visited Lyon. Lyon was wonderful. It's a city south of Paris and we took the TGV, this really fast train that provided beautiful blurry views of quaint French countryside, which honestly looked a bit like Niwot. Fields is fields. Lyon is really old, and we visited these cool old Roman ruins, and walked through these passageways built in medieval times between the houses. The buildings were are leaning stucco in subdued warm shades, with creaky doors and lot of wood trim, crammed together. But, the crowning glory of the Lyon trip, actually the two crowning glories were finally feeling sun on my cheeks for the first time in two weeks and eating a Lyonnaise specialty, brioche aux pralines. It was like this huge brioche bun the size of my face, swirled with this caramely, sugary almond praline that was dyed a bizarre garish red color. Om nom nom nom nom! 2 euros to happiness and rose-hued bowel movements. But the sun really was lovely as well. I wonder how I will survive this gray without growing three sizes bigger from Nutella binging. Maybe I need to do Tai Chi.
FALAFEL!!! so many tasty veggies and sauces |