Today has had some serious ups and downs. I'm so ready for it to be over.
How you noticed that my posts are always sad? My own blog is starting to depress me. Maybe it's the weather. I was so exhausted when I woke up this morning that I let my alarm ring for an especially long time. I finally got up and made a strong cup of coffee before doing my makeup and getting dressed. I've decided to hide my hair problems under a hat so I picked out a stripped sweater to go with my cream beanie. Next up was my peanut butter and honey while I checked my facebook and emails. I somehow lost track of time while singing along to "kool aid and frozen pizza" and left late for class.
I still managed to get to class five minutes early. No one was in the room, as usual, so I went downstairs to get some tissue and then came back upstairs to read. Class eventually started and I told the class that I had gone to the christmas market yesterday to get wine as my sentence about my life. One girl had gone to the christmas market and bought a rabbit fur headband. Our professor became obsessed with it and rubbed it against everyone's face. My french class is so weird. Our next activity was drawing and labeling a hipster. I modeled my hipster on my friend Sean; I even included his mass of long hair and beard. During our discussion, my professor told everyone to look at me because I looked like a hipster today. I guess my large, black glasses and beanie are slightly hipsteresque.
The rest of French was boring. During the break I read my book in the Accent center. I checked the mail several times today because I was expecting my thanksgiving package to come. I was so disappointed when there was no yellow slip for me.
After French I went home to do my French homework before pop. On the way home, there was a group of other students walking near me. I took the long way home just to avoid their dumb conversations but got trapped with them in the elevator. I don't think I was anything like these kids when I was their age; at least I hope I wasn't. Once I finally got to my floor, I started on my homework. There was a lot to do, and I realized that I hadn't printed out my pop paper for today's peer review. After studying for a bit, I made myself two packages of soup so that I wouldn't be hungry for awhile. Once it was time to go, I put all of my things (including my computer and headphones) into my grocery bag and left.
I got to school and printed out my paper. I printed off an extra copy so that Mindy could read it during our meeting today. I then sat on the couch to read. My class started late today because some of the other kids had problems with the printer. I read my book instead of talking to Callie. When class finally did start, I was paired with Francisco for the peer review. His paper was short and ill written so I spent most of the time correcting his writing style and asking questions about where his paper was going. When I finished reading, I read my book. I was surprised that Francisco actually had really good things to say about my paper. I had a small boost of confidence that I knew would be crushed during my meeting with Mindy.
After class, I went upstairs for my meeting with Mindy. I saw a large package sitting on the desk, and my name was on it. My package had arrived!! I ripped the tape open with a pen I found sitting on the computer desk. I was surprised to see a chocolate turkey at the top of the box! I had been joking with mom that I wanted a chocolate turkey. I didn't think that she would actually get one for me! The box was filled with food for my thanksgiving feast as well as Mexican food treats such as nacho cheese and refried beans. I love my mother. The box also contained one pound of See's candy and a package of chewy caramels. Best. package. ever.
Mindy came upstairs and we got distracted talking to Carole about Mexican food. After our chat, Mindy and I sat down to read my paper. She started to read and then decided to look up how I could listen to the whole anthology. The only option is to buy the cd from fnac for 32 euros. Hell no. I'll just have to survive on whatever I can find on youtube. Mindy then finished reading my paper and made a face. She said that my paper was generic and boring and had the same thesis as my last paper. I was crushed. She thinks that I can do better. She then looked up some of the music videos that I had discussed in my paper. She thinks that my new thesis should be about nationalism and sexuality. Furthermore, she said that she wants me to grow as a person. She said that I could turn in the paper I had and it would get a fine grade, but she kept making this face like "if you turn in this paper I'll shoot you". I started to cry. She also said that she can't remember the last time she gave someone a 100 on a midterm and that she'd rather work with students like me so that I can do better later on in my career. I just wanted to punch her.
After our meeting I carried my 13 pound box and huge grocery bag of school supplies home. I put on some slow music and unpacked my box before finishing my french homework. I ate one of my See's candies, a chocolate covered toffee with nuts, to keep from crying over my books. While working, I heated up the bowl of cheesy Mexican rice that mom had sent me. It was delicious! I've never loved fake Mexican food so much in my life. Too bad I couldn't enjoy it while studying. By this time it was almost 5:30 and I was supposed to talk to mom at eight. Next on the agenda was writing out the first page and a half of my Sacré Coeur monument analysis. I'm writing about the irony of mixing the themes of repentance, religion, and republicanism in the mosaic behind the altar piece. Hopefully it will turn out well.
Next on my list was editing my synecdoche paper. It is actually coming along nicely, but there are still a few bumps to be worked out. After that I read half of Horne chapter 18. The chapter discussed Josephine Baker's career in France and gave me some great ideas for my pop paper rewrite. I discuss Baker in my pop paper, but I don't go into her musical career. The chapter should help me a lot. I almost smiled while reading about expatriates in Paris. So many amazing writers and artists were in Paris in the 1920s and 1930s and they echo my sentiments about living in Paris. It might be a tough life of poverty, but life is still amazing in Paris.
After reading half the chapter I took a shower before I had to skype with mom. I got out of the shower at 7:30 and had just sat down to read with a peanut butter patty. I had a cup of coffee heating in the microwave, and the timer had just sounded when I heard mom ringing me on skype. We chatted for awhile. It was so nice to talk to her. She totally took my mind off of my troubles. I tried to talk to her about my pop paper but she wasn't very encouraging. She did so a silly song and dance that made me laugh, though. After we finished talking I finished reading Horne.
Next up was the dreaded pop paper. My stomach had begun to growl so I stood in the kitchen eating the fried onions that my mother had sent me for my green bean casserole. I made myself a cup of mixed berry tea and sat down to tear my paper apart. In a few key strokes, my old paper had been ripped to shreds. I started googling music videos and translating lyrics. I actually came up with some pretty good stuff to start filling in the gaps left in my new paper. Mindy was right; this paper is more interesting than my last one. I still want to punch her, though. After an hour I stopped editing the paper. I was tired and it was time to start moving towards bed. I must admit that I just stopped writing this to fix an idea in my paper.
I ate a waffle because my stomach had begun to growl again. I needed some relaxation time before writing to you so I turned on last night's south park episode. It was hilarious, but its constant buffering really ruined it for me.
I'm so tired that I can't even write anymore. I'm going to bed.
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