So today was an odd day, even before we reached the afternoon.
1) It was so cold that we could see our breath walking to class. It's JULY. I would definitely rather not have the summer stench of 90 degree weather here, but it's a bit too extreme to need to wear a scarf on July 9th.
2) We had to give a group presentation in class today on the nasal vowels in French, which really are the most awkward, annoying sounds in the language like eeeeeeehhhnn, oooooooowwwnnn, and aaaahhhhnnnn. So basically, standing up there making ridiculous sounds in front of people to start the day is just great. One of the parts of our presentation was tongue twisters, as it's a good way to teach kids how to perfect their pronuniciation. Well, apparently, whoever was in charge of these exercises completely forgot to proofread them, and thus the tongue twister on our handout was: "It's not nice to touch your aunt's tits when your uncle has left the room." A+ for inappropriateness.
3) On the way home, still able to see our breath, my roommate got absolutely clobbered by a man running out of control down the street. I mean, football-style take-down. The guy didn't even turn around to say excuse me; he didn't even flinch. So I screamed "Pardon a toi," which is completely incorrect grammatically, and he ran out into oncoming traffic. I really need to work on my spontaneous defensive speech.
All this goodness before noon. So I came home and took a loooong nap.
Monday, July 9, 2007
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Wednesday, July 4, 2007
An Expatriate Fourth of July
So, there's nothing sadder on the 4th than:
a) being in a country with NO GRILLS
b) being in a country where you can't trust the red meat
c) being in the most anti-american country aside from the Soviet Union on America day.
We began the day by drinking wine at noon, accompanied by our history professor. That's the one good thing about France: professors aren't put out if you come to class a little buzzed. And after the six straight hours of class, which is sacrilege today, we naturally came home and drank more wine.
Good times. There's nothing like living abroad to make you feel even more American. ESPECIALLY living here amongst such an opposite culture. I'm sad to not be home, and I will go to sleep tonight dreaming of Nathan's hot dogs, fireworks, and LBI.
a) being in a country with NO GRILLS
b) being in a country where you can't trust the red meat
c) being in the most anti-american country aside from the Soviet Union on America day.
We began the day by drinking wine at noon, accompanied by our history professor. That's the one good thing about France: professors aren't put out if you come to class a little buzzed. And after the six straight hours of class, which is sacrilege today, we naturally came home and drank more wine.
Good times. There's nothing like living abroad to make you feel even more American. ESPECIALLY living here amongst such an opposite culture. I'm sad to not be home, and I will go to sleep tonight dreaming of Nathan's hot dogs, fireworks, and LBI.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
My Hideous Apartment
Now, I appreciate a Floridian seascape backdrop as much as you do, especially when used to create an 80s prom picture ambience. But when the seascape is a giant wall mural in your apartment, you may think twice. The good thing is that it's definitely the hit of our little parties, and I think the only reason many choose to come. We plan on having several theme nights focusing on our mural in the weeks to come, including dirty sheet toga night and wedding alter re-enactments.
Our party last week definitely took on the prom theme. Notice Sarah's perfectly placed prom arm. Love it.
Our party last week definitely took on the prom theme. Notice Sarah's perfectly placed prom arm. Love it.
Monday, July 2, 2007
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