It's Tuesday so I didn't get to go on an adventure. School is really cramping my style. Instead of sleeping in, I had to get up in the 53 degree cold to go to class at 8:30. I bundled up in my coat, scarf, and mittens, and went off to class.
I could barely focus, let alone comprehend anything, during French today because of my constant coughing, sneezing, and runny nose. I was miserable. It turns out that something is going around, and that I'm its latest victim. This better go away soon. Nothing interesting to report during French. Our professor has been talking to other professors and our growth in speaking French has not increased to their liking. They're blaming it on our lack of interacting with French-speaking people. They want us to watch a news channel on the internet everyday and answer questions; like that's going to happen.
I really like my histories class. Today we talked about Henri IV and some of his building programs around the city. We talked about Place des Voges. You remember this as the park that I discovered while on my way to the Carnavalet museum. I feel like the coolest kid ever. I've been hanging out at this historically significant park like it was nothing. Oh you're talking about the Tournelle that the street was named after? I was just there yesterday. Look how Parisienne I am!
After class I dragged myself home in the hopes of lying in bed for a few minutes before I studied. I made myself a whole grilled cheese, with extra butter, and sat down to watch some Judge Judy with a glass of cider. I did my French homework, wrote some of my popular music paper, and read for my popular music class. I then took a break and curled up in bed before doing my histories reading. The article was actually interesting because it linked the sculptural program of Versailles pools (the dragon sculpture and Latona) to Louis 16th's larger political agenda. I'm such a nerd.
I got back in bed to watch tv. I felt like I was wasting a perfectly sunny day lying in bed. I googled a nearby park and set off for a walk. I immediately got lost the second I got to the Bastille (simply because I wasn't really paying attention to where I was walking), and decided to give up on the park entirely. I ended up walking through the 3rd and just window shopping. I walked past the Hotel de Sully, but didn't go in because I recognized what it was only after I had passed it. I may go back another day if I'm bored.
I walked back to the Bastille and decided to take a side street instead of taking Saint-Antoine; they must be parallel and meet up eventually. I should have remembered that is never the case in Paris; I should have named this journal "lost in Paris". I walked along the street and never saw an exit to go to Saint Antoine. I freaked out a little, but made a right turn and saw the viaduct which leads to home. I stopped on the way home to get some potato chips and some cookies.
I spent some of my evening skyping with my mom and doing some more research for my holiday. I'm now going to take my sick self to bed.
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