For those of you who don't like sad posts, turn around now. I'm sorry.
I woke up this morning and it was gray. That's really the tone of today. Gray. I swear it wasn't all bad, though.
I got up at 8 am so that I could study for my French quiz before I took my paper to Nic at 10:30. I feel like I've been studying but I'm just lost. I understand how to conjugate croire, but how will she create an exercise to test my knowledge of avoir besoin de? I studied each section and did the exercises in the book, but they're always harder than the ones on the quiz. I studied until 10am and then I got dressed to see Nic. I wanted to look nice today because I had to go to a cooking class today. I put on a black dress with my tan sweater over it. I added a belt around my waist with brown tights and my brown riding boots because it was supposed to rain.
I went and saw Nic, and I studied while he read my paper. I showed him the pictures that my group took so that he'd have context for my paper. Overall the reviews weren't bad, but I still feel shaky. I also talked to Shelby for a moment about what happened over the weekend with the girls. I'm so over the situation you have no idea. It'll come up later in this post, but I'm going to leave all the details out. I don't really care anymore.
After I saw Nic I decided to go to Accent to check the mail. To my surprise there was a yellow slip for me. The package that Lauren sent to me came! The bottom of the slip said "priority mail" and Julian said that it was a big package. It was huge! I got lots of stares while I walked home. Have they never seen a small girl carrying a big box before? The second I got home I ripped the box open. I love that Lauren called me "Mlle Michaela McGinnis". C'est trop français! The box was filled with amazing goodies: a package of halloween oreos, a bag of hard caramels, a bag of soft center caramels, a bag of kettle potato chips, a package of soft cookies, and several packages of mini twix and milkyways. I will be eating American junk food for a long time. I feel so loved.
I finished studying for French at my desk, and then settled into bed to study for histories. I took my bag of potato chips with me. They were so crunchy that I couldn't eat them while I studied. The food hoarder in me wants to save them for a special occasion, but I have a feeling like I will be eating them tomorrow for lunch.
After I studied for histories it was still early in the day so I checked facebook before editing my scavenger hunt. I had received a very angry message from Talia basically saying how dare I not meet with her and that she just wants to clear things up. The novel length messages went back and forth for awhile before I left the conversation. It was only riling me up and distracting me from studying. Some of the messages were really nasty.
I tried to study for pop, but I was distracted by thoughts of the angry messages. I even made the mistake of reading them while I was trying to listen to the songs we talked about during class. Ugh. I did, however, manage to finish studying for pop. By this time it was about four, and I had finished my to-do list. I had to be at Accent by 5:05 so that I could go to the cooking class. I had a headache and was in a less than stellar mood. It didn't help that it was raining outside. I ate some puffy cheetos before getting dressed and heading out the door.
All the students have been forced to take a cooking class as a way of making up for missing one French lecture after holiday. I walked over to Accent with Victor and met the huge group of students that would also be taking the class tonight. I was surprised to see Leila there, but we didn't talk. I don't look at her the same way after what happened Saturday night. We took the eight to Rèpublique and then walked to the Atelier from there.
I didn't have a partner so I partnered with Leila and another girl who is in my histories class. We were making a spinach tart that was topped with chèvre cheese. There wasn't enough work for three of us so I spent most of the class standing around. I was really on edge because the other two girls weren't doing the steps properly despite my intervention. Am I too much of a control freak? They ended up not leaving enough dough around the edges so our crust wasn't high enough, and they added way too much spinach. After we were done we stood around for awhile before we sat down for dinner.
We sat at these adorable raw wood picnic benches that had tiny white plates and white paper napkins. There were carafs of water on the table too. I sat next to Leila, but I didn't say anything. I wasn't in a particularly chatty mood tonight. I just sat there alone as she talked with Kristina. Finally I asked Sierra to get a cookbook for me off of the shelf near where she was sitting. She gave me a cookbook of chocolate dessert recipes that I happily read while everyone else talked amongst themselves.
The first course was crossaints with pesto, smoked salmon, and topped with sesame seeds. I was surprised that I really liked it. I ate three of them; they were small. The next course was the tart. I didn't think that I would like it considering that it contained eggs, spinach, goat cheese, and a flaky dough. It wasn't my favorite, but I ate it anyway. I need the vegetables. There was so much spinach in it that I didn't notice the eggs at all. The last course was dessert. It was a delicious chocolate mousse that was so sugary that I had to drink several glasses of water. It was like heaven.
At 7:30 we took the eight back home. I got on the eight alone and got off at Ledru-Rollin. I needed to stop by Monoprix to pick up some pens and highlighers. I'm the pen/highlighter killer. I go through them so quickly with my studious ways. I got my stuff and came home. I checked my mail before showering and found that my French professor had sent us the menu for tomorrow's quiz. I raced through my shower and got to work. I had already reviewed all the material so I just had to write the dictation. The dictation was a paragraph entitled "paris, j'aime". It seems pretty easy, but there are a few troublesome spots. I wrote the paragraph out three times, once with auditory help from google translate, and then quickly reviewed the other items on the menu.
After I studied I rewarded myself with one of the soft center caramels that Lauren sent to me. My world has been forever changed; it was so good! I don't think the bag will last very long at all. Now I have a few minutes before bed. I think I'll read a chapter of The Phantom Tollbooth.
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