I need to write these more frequently because I can’t remember what I did on which day.
First class, “voix du peuples” with a professor who, after reading about her online, seemed like she’d be great but really difficult. 1,726 more words
This blog post is consists of several funny interactions and one list. There is nothing linear/serious here
Things french men say to get to you pay attention to them: “where are you from” in horrible English; “ca va” while you’re walking down the street (one guy asked me if I was worried about walking home and wanted him to walk with me. 678 more words
The entire day, I didn’t see a single person that I know, kind of by choice. That was my Thanksgiving in New Orleans in 2014. I had just gotten back into town and a few people had invited me to their Friendsgivings, but they all seemed like pleasantries rather than a strong desire for me to come. 1,614 more words