Day 11 in Paris
Well, I made it through my first week of classes. To be honest, it was a bit bizarre. After not having taken a class in four years, sitting through those first introductions and reading through syllabi was tough. Add to that, that all but two of the eight classes were in French and you may start to get a dull pain in the back of your head. Really the only thing that saved the week for me school-wise was my seminar class, which is actually being led by an American, go figure.
But aside from that, all is well. I spent my 26th birthday this past week here in Paris. I started the day off with 7 straight hours of class, nearly had a nervous breakdown, waited at the wrong place for a friend visiting from Scotland-by-way-of-Crown Heights, and then ate my weight in oeufs-mayo and tatare de boeuf at Cafe de l'Industrie in the 11eme.
This weekend will be the weekend of picnics apparently. I organized one with a friend today in the Parc des Buttes Chaumont (I'm calling it a belated Labor Day celebration), and tomorrow I have one with the other members of my program at Sciences Po. Time to drink too many rosé wine spritzers judge people walking by, so essentially, I'm picking right up from where I left off in Brooklyn.
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