the blue marker treatment

Oh, what a day.

I didn't set an alarm last night because why violently wake myself up when I don't have to be in class until four. When I finally did wake up it was already 8:40. I rolled out of bed, made myself a cup of coffee with sugar, and heated up a brown sugar pop tart. I got an email from mom saying that my property manager called her and said that there's an apartment for me! I've chosen to take the apartment on the first floor. Too bad it's across the courtyard from the building I used to live in. At least I have somewhere to live when I get back.

I was at my desk by two minutes passed nine. My coffee had given me a headache so I struggled through the last few pages of the pop reading about rock métis. Next on the agenda was reediting my monument analysis one from before the midterm. I made the necessary changes and then moved on to editing my histories paper. Yesterday it was my pop paper giving me trouble, and now it's my histories paper. It totally sucks. I don't even know what to do about it. I guess I'll just take it to Nic next week and see what he thinks.

By this point it was probably after 11, and my headache was still raging. I didn't know what to do, so I did my makeup. My head still hurt after my break so I thought that I must be hungry. My head always hurts  when I'm hungry. I got dressed and got on the elevator to go to the boulangerie. The elevator stopped on the third floor and Victor got on. We've bumped into each other by accident on the elevator and walked to school together a few times. He told me that he was sick and on his way to Monoprix to get himself some spicy ramen. He changed his walking course so that he could walk with me to the boulangerie. He said that he'd never been inside one before and that he wanted to see. While we were waiting at the crosswalk this girl starts talking to him. We crossed the street and I went into the boulangerie. I turned around to see them exchanging phone numbers. What a Casanova.

Victor came inside the boulangerie for a second and then went to Monoprix. I got my baguette and walked back home. I ate my baguette and then turned my attention to editing my pop paper. I got out a sheet of paper to help me plot out my ideas as a last ditch effort to try and fix my failing paper. While I was googling, I found out that even more songs on the album were covers than I thought. Oh dear Anthologie 2: Hello Paris, you're nothing but a copycat. Shameful. My paper actually started to improve, but I still feel like my paper is a little….lacking. My ideas are all scattered and my paragraphs still don't flow properly. Good thing I only need a rough draft for Thursday's peer review.

After I had finished my editing I got into bed to watch some tv before pop at four. I was trying to watch some more Gilmore Girls on netflix, but it wasn't working. I resorted to watching some new episodes of People's Court on youtube. The cases weren't that fascinating and were more melodramatic than anything. I finished my second episode with fifteen minutes to spare before I had to leave for class.

I left the house at 3:45, and I just didn't feel right. The streets seemed empty and I didn't run into any of my classmates while walking. Something just wasn't right. I walked to class and went into the classroom. Leila was already there, and she gave me the sticker that she had bought for dad in Switzerland. He was disappointed that we only bought Geneva stickers for him when we were in Switzerland, so I asked Leila to pick up some Swiss flag stickers for me while she was in Geneva. He better appreciate this.

Mindy handed back our midterms today. For some reason I was having thoughts of 100% when I thought about what grade I would get on my midterm. My premonitions are usually always right. I was right this time. My midterm came back with "100% Congrats! You nailed it" written on the front page in Mindy's signature purple ink. I didn't feel a thing. Not even one ounce of joy. After passing out the midterms she told us that we were going to do midterm reviews for her. She wanted to know what we thought of the class so far. We all wrote down our comments about the class and handed them in to her. I said that the class was ruining my Parisian experience and that I hate the reading. I also said that the class is way harder than it is supposed to be. Maybe I was a little harsh, but that's how I feel all the time about pop. I'm not enjoying the class, but I really like some of the music.

During pop we talked about Carte de Séjour's cover of Douce France. We'll just skip pop class entirely today. After pop I'm normally free for the day, but since we skipped histories yesterday due to the holiday, we had lecture today from 5:30-7. Pop got out a second early so I went upstairs for histories. I was sitting in my usual seat drawing boxes when Christina came over. She said that she wanted to write me a note, and I said "ohhh no". She nodded her head, took my pen, and wrote "midterm A+" on my notebook. Yay for me!!!!!!!! I actually did a happy dance. Class went downhill from there.

She had to tell everyone that I had emailed her asking about the date for our synedoche paper. She also pronounced my name in Spanish, and considering that no one knows me name anyhow, I think I only blushed due to my own secret embarrassment. The good news is that I now have more time to fix my terrible paper. The bad news is that things got worse from there. She asked honestly if anyone had done the readings from the reading. I raised my hand in front of my chest so that she could barely see it. She just had to say "of course you read it, Michaela", to which I just HAD to blurt out loudly "what?! I was on the train for like 1,000 hours!". Why do I always embarrass myself? I'm so uncool; no wonder the other kids don't like me.

Histories seemed to drag on today. I'm not a night class person, so I wasn't happy about being in school so late. Then the end of class came and she handed back out Les Invalides project. We got an 89%. Morgan and I were less than thrilled. Night. Ruined. Morgan and I walked to the crosswalk together and I went into Monoprix. Mom is sending my thanksgiving box today or tomorrow so I had to check which ingredients she had to send me and which ones I could just buy here. I looked around Monoprix for a few minutes and then went to Franprix to get bread and chips. They were out of my chips so I just got bread so that I can make myself peanut butter and honey sandwiches for breakfast.

On my way home I stopped at the ATM to get out my last bit of money. I then came home and made myself a half of a peanut butter and honey. It was delicious, but I couldn't focus on eating it because I was emailing Hyc about getting my job back in the winter. I then made myself another half of a peanut butter and honey and scrolled through buzzfeed while waiting for my mom to skype. We chatted for a few minutes then she said that she would call me back at nine. I took a shower and then skyped with mom some more. Now it's time for bed. I have not missed getting up at 7:30 for French two days a week.