Let's start from last night. It was a nightmare. At about 10 o'clock I got a message from Morgan. She was freaking out because Annie had just sent her her section and it was horrible. Morgan needed help editing to at least make the section presentable. I spent over an hour editing Annie's part. It was late so my mind wasn't as awesome as it should have been, and it wasn't my section, so I had very little inspiration to fill in the serious gaps in Annie's section. I tried my best and then sent it to Morgan to attempt some final editing. At Morgan's insistance, I sent an email to Christina telling her what a nightmare Annie had been and how upset we were.
I couldn't sleep last night because I was so stressed out. I kept waking up in the middle of the night. Sometime during one of my awakenings I heard people in the hallway. It was evil Anna's 20th birthday yesterday, and I guess she and Hanna came home drunk. I could distinctly hear Hanna say "Anna" several times before they got themselves out of the hallway. I can't believe I was on Hanna's side! I'm so sick of everyone.
I woke up at 8:14 this morning to study. I messaged Morgan telling her that I would be around if she needed anything and to keep me updated with what was happening. I studied for French and then checked my facebook messages at about 9:30 to see if Morgan had responded. She told me that my constant messages were distracting her, and that she'd contact me if she needed anything. I told her that I'd see her in class. Ciao. I then studied for my histories midterm. I made some serious breakthroughs, and figured out that I can use Clovis during question number two. He and his wife were buried at Abbey St. Geneviève which has since been destroyed during the Revolution to create Rue Clovis save the belltower. Ha! Before I even got to my Clovis breakthrough I got an email from the UC center saying that there would be a fire drill in Daumesnil very soon and that we should be prepared.
After hearing this news I put some clothes on and did my makeup. I then went back to trying to decide what criteria should be important in the legacies of Moses, Burnham, and Henri IV. It pains me to say that Moses and Burnham were more effective because their improvements impacted the lives of a lot of people versus Henri who really only improved the lives of some wealthy Parisians. My heart says this is a terrible response, but my academic mind says yes because I can argue it. For shame.
At one o'clock I was looking forward to some down time before having to meet my histories class at Palais Garnier at 1:45. I checked facebook to see a frantic message from Morgan stating that our paper wasn't printing and that I needed to get to Accent right away because she had to go to class. I grabbed my stuff and went straight over. The version of the paper that I had was still a mess. The works cited was a mess, and half the images didn't have numbers. I fixed everything as best as I could and then tried to print it. The printed was messing up. It would only print part of my paper at a time, and had a delayed response when printing. I printed the paper twice by accident, and then found a stack of pages that Morgan must have printed off sitting on top of the printer. It was 5 minutes to one so I raced home to change and grab some food.
I got home to a message from Morgan stating that I needed to meet her at Accent at one. I messaged her that I had finished the paper and that it was ready to go. I then got a message stating that she had forgotten her insulin and had to come home. I shoved some cookies in my purse and met her downstairs. We frantically grabbed the pages of our paper and Morgan finished writing everything by hand while we waited for the metro. What a hectic afternoon.
While we were on the metro a accordian player got on and played "sous le ciel de Paris"; my favorite. We got to the Opera about a minute or two late. There was a street performer there that played Hey Jude and Let it Be with only a few wrong words. His loud performance posed a slight problem for our group when we started class a few minutes late. I won't go into details about the Opera, but I will say that it's beautiful. We already went there during our French excursions, and Morgan and I kinda grumbled that we wanted to see new things instead of revisiting old ones. Only when you live in Paris can you grumble about already seeing the beautiful Opera.
I will say one thing about the Opera. They were setting up the stage for a Mozart performance, and we got to see the crew working on the scenery. It was beautiful! There was a large boat in the center of wooden floor tiles. On either side were "stone" structural pieces of what must have been buildings that were covered in vines. All of this was set in front of a backdrop of fluffy white clouds and a blue sky. It made me wish that I could see the opera perform.
Can you see the boat?
After class Morgan and I went to the metro. There were so many people trying to get off the 8. I didn't hear the buzzer sound, and I don't think I would have changed my actions even if I did. Morgan got on the train, and I darted on after her just to be stuck between the doors. I was literally shoving the doors open while trying to get on, and the doors squished me. It was worth it. I didn't want to have to wait five minutes for a train. It did hurt a little….
I got to class 15 minutes early and decided to print off my hotel confirmations for my holiday next week. I was having more trouble with the printer so I switched computers. It worked, and I had just enough time to run into my pop class. I didn't want to be in pop today. I was still seeting over the bad grade I got on my paper, and wanted to tell Mindy to do horrible things to herself. She had requested that we send her in our papers so that we could have a thesis writing workshop today during class. I ignored her email hoping that she'd go away. When she emailed us today about sending in our papers, I finally submitted.
Pop dragged on and on forever. The class didn't want to be there. We've all been forced to sit in thesis writing workshops a thousand times, and none of them have helped. I was dredding the time that my first paragraph would come up on the screen for the other students to rip apart. After forever I saw my paragraph. When Mindy read it out loud I shuddered. It was horrible! I couldn't believe that it was me writing that! I started to think that Mindy was nice to give me a 90. It deserved worse. I felt bad for being mad at Mindy when I was really mad at myself. Lesson learned.
Mindy didn't hand out the prompts for the midterm so I came home to finish reviewing my notes for an hour. I decided to eat dinner first and watch some tv. I deserved it. Spicy ramen and Judge Judy make everything better. After dinner I studied for pop. I finished highlighting my notes, and then listened to some of the songs we discussed. After listening to the songs for the section I went over today, I listened to music from earlier in the quarter. I was actually surprised how much I have already learned about the songs. Maybe this midterm won't be so bad afterall.
By this time it was 7:30, and I had an 8 o'clock date with mommy. I hopped in the shower and then chatted with mom for an hour. We had a lot to talk about! She looked adorable, and it was so nice to see her face; she makes the cutest faces.
Ugh, now it's time to go to bed. I have to get back to the grind tomorrow. Maybe I'll read my book for a bit before bed….
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