Paris 2

This past week was my first week of classes. It went really well, even though I had to switch two classes due to scheduling conflicts. I didn't realize how exhausting it would be to have all my classes in French. If I drift off for even a few seconds, I get completely lost. I'm used to having French language classes in French, but a history or art history class in French is a whole different story. All my professors are really nice and interesting. Jeanne, the dean of academics, teaches my Intro to Lit course, which is intimidating, but I like her a lot. None of my classes seem like they will be too overwhelming, but I know they will be a lot of work, especially the readings.

I'm starting to get more adjusted to life here. I'm more comfortable with the metro now so I don't feel as nervous as I did. What really helped was when I went to visit my friend Hunter in Montmartre. I took the 4 almost all the way to the other end and then switched to the 12. I did it all by myself, which convinced me that I am not a complete failure at taking the metro. It was also good to see a familiar person. Hunter is a friend from high school, so it was good to catch up.

I went out last night with my friends in the program and it was actually fun. It was the most fun I've had since I've been here, which really isn't saying much since I've spent most of my time in the hospital or class. I have to say though that I'm disappointed in French guys. Everyone always says how romantic and good looking they are, but so far I've only encountered creepy, not cute guys who don't understand the word no. If you make eye contact with them for more than two seconds, they take it as an open invitation to come maul you.

Hopefully tonight will be fun too, because tomorrow will be a day full of homework.