Today has had some high points, some low points, and some interesting points. I'm so happy it's over.
Last night I was awoken by the drunk girls on my floor. They were screaming something about taking shots. I was severely annoyed, but I was still half asleep so I just waited for it to be over. After being woken up I really couldn't sleep. I was having some seriously weird dreams. I thought I was just having a weird dream until I realized that I was being woken up again by noise in the hallway. I checked my phone to find out that it was about 6:30. It was already close to the time I had to get up so I was awake enough to be seriously annoyed.
I put on some pants and went into the hallway. There was a girl sitting on the floor on facetime on her phone. I approached her and asked her to go downstairs. She proceeded to tell me that she wished that I knew what was going on right now and that she was having problems at home. She also told me that she was in the hallway because her roomate was sleeping and she didn't want to wake her up. Furthermore, she asked that I don't report her to Accent for making noise. She then finished by correcting me that it was almost seven when I told her that it was too early and said that it was six. The second I got back into bed my alarm went off. Great start to a day that I already knew was going to be shitty.
I dragged myself to class a few seconds early so that I could print my French composition. We'll skip ahead to class. We got our quizzes back, and I got a 100%. Yay for me. We learned about avoir besoin de and some other stuff. We got to almost the end of class and started learning about agreement in passé composé with avoir and an object (or something like that). My professor said that she knew I'd do well on that section because it's very analytical. I felt like it was a compliment, but now that I'm writing about it I feel a little insulted.
A little side story about the drunk girls. So the drunk girls are in my French class so they get to terrorize me in class and in my private life. Turns out that one of them, Anna, hooked up with a random from the bar they went to. Another, Talia, was so drunk that she was kicked out of the club. It also turns out that a "friend" repeatedly shoved her fingers down Talia's throat to make her throw up. Her throat was sore today thanks to this smart action. Also, Talia and said "friend" kept getting in and out of cabs on the way home because they had to throw up. I'm forced to be near people like this. Pray for me.
In the last few minutes of class we went over some negative structures. The section was about using negative structures to respond to positive statements (She is always on time, but he is never on time, etc.). Our professor was creating a scenario between two brothers that are opposites. The first brother Pierre is kinda the whiny one. He's obviously an extreme character so she can get the point across. Julian just had to open his mouth and repeat several times that Pierre is a loser. I was so outraged by his comments. First he makes fun of me and now he's making fun of fictional Pierre?! I'm starting to think that Julian is just a loser with some kind of weird brat complex. I just want him to go away.
I came home to study before pop. On my way home I realized that I had forgotten to pick up a card for my dad. His birthday is tomorrow, and I had totally forgotten about it until my mom reminded me yesterday while we were skyping. I was already near home so I looked into the windows of a few stores, but none of them sold postcards. I came home to study, but I couldn't focus. So much to do and so much going on in my head. I was kinda relieved when I could finally just go to class and stop working for a bit.
I got to class and remembered that today was the dreaded day. Mindy was returning our first papers. After she went on a long spiel about something or another while holding our papers in her hands, she finally passed them out. I got an A-. I was immediately furious. An A-?!! I worked so hard on that paper and that's what I got?! That class is supposed to be underdivision. That's why I'm in it. I wanted an easy class. She's grading like it's an upperdivision!! I was so upset that I couldn't even focus for the rest of class.
After class it was starting to rain which did not help my mood. I went and talked to Kate about the noise. I can't take it anymore. There is always noise in the building. I'm at my wits end. While I was complaining I also managed to sign up for a lecture that the UC center is having about the Duchamp exhibition at the Pompidou center. I really want to see the exhibition, but it's 10 euros. That's a whole day's budget and that doesn't even include the cost of the metro over there. I went to Hema to pick out a postcard for dad and then went to the post office to mail it. I literally stood in the post office and wrote his birthday card. No shame. I then came home to meet with my group for our history project. The other two girls hadn't really written anything yet so we just had a brainstorming session.
I spent four more hours studying for histories, pop, french, and editing my Invalides project. While I was studying I received an email from Shelby who handles all the UC paperwork. She said that Kate talked to her about my noise complaints. We are meeting tomorrow at 11 to discuss the noise. She told me to report the noise to an RA no matter what time of the day or night it is. She said that there has to be a non-student witness for anyone to get written up for noise. I still feel bad for waking someone up at 1am, but I want action.
I finished studying at seven and then turned my attention to dinner. I was on facebook before I made my grilled cheese and started talking to the guy I met on Monday at the language exchange. He said that he's having a get together at his house on Saturday and he invited me to come. He says that it's an overnight thing, but I told him I can't stay that long. He lives 35 minutes by train outside of Paris near Disneyland. He said that he'll come to Paris to get me and then we'll tak the train back. I'm forcing Leila to go with me.
While I was chatting with Quentin and Leila, Leila asked me if I wanted to get ice cream. I had just finished making my grilled cheese but said I'd still go with her anyway. I needed to get out and vent, and I really do need to focus on making at least one friend. I need a semblance of a social life. We got ice cream at a stand in the Bastille and it was pretty terrible. The vanilla tasted like weird fruit candy like nerds had been mixed in. We walked along the Seine and a little ways into the 12th when we decided to turn around and come back home. It started to rain a little harder than slightly annoying drizzle while we walked back home.
I'm still chatting with Quentin on facebook as I write to you. No need to make the kissy face. He has a girlfriend in Japan. While I was talking to Quentin, Morgan from my histories group facebook messaged me and asked if I could read her paper. I always have time to help someone in my group. I really want an A, especially after the disappointment that my pop paper turned out to be. I guess I'll be editing before bed. The work never stops.
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