I arrived in Cergy for my 13h30 cours to learn the prof was not there. So what else is new?! So, I had a good amount of time before I'd told my new friend Linda, from Germany, that I would meet her to go to an athletics class at the gym. When we finally met up for the 16h30 class we learned that it was also cancelled! Thus, we simply used the velo (bicycling).
After, I went to my 18h30-20h30 French Class...which I'm not sure why I even attend. It is a major pain-- on Wednesdays it finishes at 8 PM and on Fridays at 8:30 PM! Then, the soonest train is about 9:10 PM, and when I get to my connecting station I usually have to walk 20 minutes to get home, unless I want to wait 45 minutes for the connecting train. I get home and eat dinner about 10 PM and collapse from exhaustion.
The fact that I attend this infernal French class is a testament to my desire to learn this language. Especially because UMaine Law has informed me that I am unlikely to get credit for this class. Does anybody know if I can like argue this with the curriculum committee, or some such...? This French course is compulsory here-- the Université de Cergy REQUIRES that I take it.... So my Icelandic (is that the proper adjective in English?) friend Kris and I endure the absurd schedule and take the train home together, all the way merrily complaining. YES!
On a...sweeter...note, I was able to use my abundant free time to visit the Poste and mail some chocolat to my oldest childhood friend Ruthie, who is presently in Malaysia as a Fulbright Scholar. Whenever I start lamenting the strikes and the myriad of administrative issues here, I think of Ruthie and it makes me realize nothing is problematic here! Nothing. I don't know what those last sentences mean. It seemed like something to type, though. So there it is. And there we are. And there is the end of this post. And soon to be the end of this day.
-A
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