98.5

Today was a surprisingly good day.

I woke up at 8am to study before my lecture at one. We have a final tomorrow, and considering that I did not have a good feeling about my quiz, I thought I needed all the study time that I could get. I studied, got dressed, and had lunch on my way out the door for class.

Okay, I have a confession. I've been creeping on this guy who's in the program since the first day that we got here. He's tall and mysterious, and I'm totally into him. Well yesterday he was on the elevator when I got on, and we exchanged a few words. Turns out that he knows Sierra, and they were talking while we walked to school. I told Sierra that I was interested in him, and she told me that he's a nice guy but he's stoic and keeps to himself. Well today he got on the elevator with me, and we ended up walking to school together. Things are in the works.

Jonathan (Mr. McHottie) told me that the Louvre was free when he went because he showed them our school museum card. Maybe I'll go there on Monday instead of my planned museum.

When we finally started class ten minutes late, I had a feeling of impending doom; even the sky was gray. Our professor seemed kinda scattered, and I just got the feeling like something wasn't right. Then she passed out the quizzes. I got a 98.5. I was so shocked that I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. I was so worried that I would fail that I changed it to pass/no pass and now I'm getting an As. Why does this always happen to me?! Even if I fail tomorrow's test, I'll still have done well enough to pass the class.

Class was boring so we'll just skip over it. After class I went to talk to Kate like I had promised to do yesterday. She says that she's going to crack down on the girls down the hall. Enough is enough.

On the way home I tried to stop at the post office to mail my cards, but they were closed. I can never figure out when businesses are going to be opened or closed in France. Who closes before 5 o'clock?! I was starving during class so I decided to finally go to the kebab sandwich stand that I've been drooling over. Oh. my. dieu. It was delicious! The man makes your sandwich while you wait, and constantly asks you questions while he's cooking (do you want cheese on that, ketchup, lettuce, tomatoe, mayonnaise?). We talked about my lack of French speaking and he's lack of English (though we found a way to communicate just fine), and about how most of his customers are from my dorm.

I got my sandwich (chicken paprika on a huge soft roll with American cheese, fries, and ketchup), and went up to my room. I knew that the sandwich would require more effort than I usually put into eating while studying so I decided to eat in bed and have some much deserved relaxtion time. I turned on Judge Judy and attacked my sandwich and fries like a wild animal. It was the best meal that I've ever had for 5,50 euro. I will be going back very soon.

Then I studied. Then I took a break. Study. Break. Finish. Instead of agonizing more over my French textbook, I drank wine while polishing off the last of my cat's tongue cookies and watching more Judge Judy. I'm going to be a normal kid tomorrow and not wake up until 9am for my 10am class. Who needs to study before the test when you're already awesome?

Go me.