Best Week Ever in photos

Wed evening: Pad thai from my two thailandaise classmates. I had NO idea how easy it is to make once you have the sauce, which is apparantly very difficult to make and takes a looong time to ferment. Challenge accepted.

Wed evening: This night we went around the room mocking our bad professors, reminiscing about our good ones, and sharing our stories about falling in love. T now has a fan club.

Friday morning: Classes are officially over! So many hours of exams. I geeked out about this big lecture room. Something I didn't get much of as a student. After the DALF, I sat with my friends for an hour or so on the grass, taking advantage of our time together.

Friday evening: Soiree jazz to celebrate the end of classes. Fun! Saying goodbye to Ian, Andrew, and Lauren, not fun. But I know their energy and spirit will ensure they are on to great things.

Saturday afternoon: On the way to meet my friend J for ice cream on the chateau, we find an orchestra in the middle of the sidewalk.

Saturday evening: Finally finished all those goodbye presents for my professors and colleagues while watching some contest for Europe's best singer. All other countries had some beautiful girl doing more dancing and acting than singing. But I would vote for Russia. 6 old ladies in traditional Russian garb singing what looked like a folk song and messing up the words from time to time. I saw too much English and too many fireworks in that show, and those Russian grannies were really refreshing.

Sunday afternoon: BBQ chez maman Veronique! Hazy in the morning but the sun came out and it was gorgeous in the afternoon. Plus, I finally got to meet the family Whit has been raving to me about since I met her. And with good reason. Lovely from the inside out, every one of them.

Sunday evening: Double birthday party with the Barbes! These girls made me a crown (because I may have demanded a crown) that took my breath away. And I met the most adorable little ginger kitten that night. I also dropped some asparagus in my wine when I lost control of the tongs, but then drank the wine anyway. Class!

And Monday: Met a beautiful new baby who has been born to an amazing mom and dad and big sister, shared my chocolate chip cookie recipe with probably the most socially adept and intelligent 14-year-old boy I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and had cafe and pizza with some people who I am really going to miss.

with 15 days left to go

These are the shoes that are so busted they are not worth taking home.

Yep, you are seeing right. Normandy tore through FIVE pair this year. That's a good thing I guess - less to take home?

Being home in 15 days is starting to feel unreal. I have so much to get done before then. And French administration is a nightmare. I feel like anything that isn't taken care of already will not likely be done at all.

As usual, I feel like I didn't get to spend as much time with most of my friends as I would have liked to. Regardless, I am so happy that I got to live here for another year, grow closer with my friends, and start to master this language. I still have a long way to go, but am leaps and bounds ahead of where I was in September.

Tomorrow, final exams, the beach, a jazz concert and dancing.

Today, a Skype interview with a program I would love to be a part of. I hope they like what I have to offer them!

Oh, photos from our unforgettable pancake day!

Semicolon pancake!

Me cooking pancakes in the tiniest kitchen ever shared by 11 people

Because birthday does rhyme with Monet

Yesterday I turned 26 years old. I think I asked my parents at some point what time I was born. I think they didn't remember. So I usually just go for a celebration that starts at midnight. Midnight on the 20th I was chatting franglais with Whit, Raph, Ian and Andrew at the Broc Cafe. Then I walked home under a sky that I would have expected to be much darker at 1am.

I woke up the next morning, put on my birthday shoes (which look exactly like my regular shoes btw) and walked over to chez Whit to meet her and Daniela, my road trip buddies to Giverny! And what road trip girls we were. Complete with us shouting "road trip," stopping for snacks, rocking out to "You're the one that I Want," and shouting "Giverny!!" in unison as we passed the first road sign for the village.

So, you know how Monet painted these?:

The inspiration for the water lillies series was his garden in Giverny. And that is where we spent the day on Sunday. You know I am a sucker for collective energy. For me, there is no better place than somewhere with a lot of other people appreciating the beauty all around you. So of course I loved Giverny. Even, or maybe especially, under the rain everything was magnificent. We walked the paths that Monet walked, laughed together in this garden that it must have taken loads of people to cultivate. We snapped shots of lillies, hulking trees, weeping willows, colorful orchids, and each other.

We took a little visit of Monet's house. Looked out his bedroom window into his garden. I especially loved his blue kitchen. Blue plaid curtains, awesome stove, and a whole wall of hanging pots, pans, spatulas. And even better than that, a kitchen all decked out in yellow!

We ate overpriced cheese dishes that none of us enjoyed (who knew my favorite of all cheeses is gross when warm?). We drank coffee and juice. We smiled with the flowers when the sun came out.

I am so glad that the rain didn't stop us from going, because raindrops on flowers can be as lovely as the flowers themselves.

May I always have birthdays that are shared with amazing friends, in inspiring places.

All photos are the master photography of Whitney. My battery was being weird.

Me, Whit and Daniela on the Japanese bridge

Rainy leaves

Les Nymphéas

Jour Férié Awesomeness

Jour Férié = bank holiday. Today is the ascension. And the following awesomeness ensued:

-Woke up completely stress-free, with no exam to get to or study for.
-Told Grooveshark to play me any of the 500 most popular songs at random, and it chose "Welcome to the Jungle." You haven't lived until you have seen me alone in my room screaming "I want to watch you bleed."
-Made my secret brownie for my tea party (group of professors who like tea, not who are crazy reps) I am going to miss this group. We have so much fun together. And they are great, caring friends. I told them I liked baking, so they gave me the bible of all french pâtisserie cookbooks!

No, I will not tell you the secret ingredient.
-Planned what to do on Sunday. Spending my birthday in Monet's gardens. Life is real freaking good.
-Next Thursday I have a Skype interview for a job I really want at a place I really want to work. Crossing all my appendages. I ask you to please do the same.

La Foire de Pâques

So here's a video about the Easter Fair that has been the spot to go for the past few weeks. Famous last hangout for my friends Bing, Samuel and Rana who were looking for a fun, memorable last evening before they left la france. I've also been with friends just looking for something fun to do on a Saturday when it's nice outside. So many rides. So much dizzy. So many lights. See for yourself.



Full-disclosure: this was the first time I actually tried editing a video. And it's a video I took on my webcam and cell phone. So I am aware that it is really terribly done. But I'll keep trying.

Things I left out of the video:
-How I screamed so hard on the upside down ride that my friend asked me if I had another cold the next day because I had lost my voice.
-How I got really into the haunted house and running out looking scared that a really nice lady pulled my friend aside to ask him if I was OK.
-How I spent about 2 euros (20 centimes per try) trying to win T a little bear and failed miserably, while Whit totally won a stuffed mario on her first try.
-How a silly mom wore a skirt to the foire and a gust of wind at the funhouse showed everyone everything.
-Another thing I noticed that def would not fly in the USA:

(Yeah, just go ahead and zoom in on that beach scene)


Things I left in the video:
-Me searching for the word jam. Cause most of the time I still can't believe I learned french and love when I forget words in English.
-Me saying I'm going to the Foire tomorrow. It's definitely over now. Sorry, took my time uploading.

Taking a breather

I have been studying on lock. And interrupting each hour with en episode of Cake Boss to keep myself sane, of course. The brain can only take so much without some shallow reality television to balance it all.

But isn't his Jersey accent going to interfere with the french comprehension, you ask? Oh, don't worry. I am falling asleep to Plus Belle la Vie, France's answer to the drama-packed daytime soap.

I have NINE exams next week, three of which are tomorrow! Those are for my degree from Université de Caen, Diplôme avancé d’études française. Then the week after that the DALF: Diplôme approfondi de langue française. That's the international beast, but I am less nervous about it because it's a language assesment. I go in with what I have, can't really prepare for that anymore than I have been, speaking French as much as others will let me and watching the TV in the salle commune as much as humanly possible. For the others, I have to know about subject matter that I don't have any background in at all! Economy? Juridique? What was I thinking challenging myself? I should have stuck to literature!

Since it's gorgeous outside, I have also (finally) picked up running again and am doing national poetry month May to make up for falling off track in April.

What else is going on? I know I talk to some of them often, but in general I feel completely cut off from my friends and family in the USA. Guess that's what happens when you pick up and leave for the bulk of a year. I am beyond ready to settle myself back into New Jersey life and pick up where I left off. Food swaps, late night chats with my roomie, beach days, exercise time with my nephew, all of it.

As excited as I am to come home, I can't see myself not here. I'm going to miss the boulangeries, the barman at the What Else, the cheap cheese and apples, and 100 times all that, my friends and family Caennais. You'd think I'd be used to leaving by now. It never gets easy though. Sigh. I need a job in the USA that lets me come to Caen every year. I won't give up until I find it.

Time is getting away from me! I can count the weeks I have left on one hand!
My next weekends:
This one: studying
Next one: Giverny (Monet's town)
The one after that: Germany
The one after that: HOME IN THE ARMS OF MY BABY!!!

Damn.

Study music:

why i love my boyfriend

On gchat:

me: ok baby, me too, i better get some sleep
pancake date tomorrow morning with nath
its a national holiday!

T: France has a pancake day?

me: hahah no that came out so wrong
its the end of the war anniversary
and im celebrating with pancakes

T: Don't care it's pancake day

Yes you did!

When you are much too tired to write but want to share the amazing night you just had with your friends...VIDEO BLOG!

Mina, pack your suitcase girl

The best way to be a better writer is to write, right? So that's why I just made a French blog! If you are French/speak French follow me! Let's see where this goes.

http://belleayrer.wordpress.com/

Hey, did you get that super awesome 90s wordplay I did in the title there?

Best Week (and week-end) Ever, the assistants are leaving (but that's not why it was awesome) edition

On Monday I had a feeling this week was going to fly by. My last week of work, first week of University classes back from the Easter holidays, and worst of all, the last week for the majority of the assistants I know.

I think I had forgotten from the last time how sad it is when the contract comes to an end. And this year I had some absolutely fabulous students. It was hard to say goodbye to them, but even harder to share my last lessons and coffee breaks with my AMAZING colleagues.

There were only two times that I almost cried, first in my class de 1L, when four of my students presented me with this:

It's a beautiful picture frame and inside little notes from my students thanking me for the things that I taught them. In the left corner is a postcard another two students gave me with a Normand Hamburger on it: An apple cut in half stuffed with Camembert, tripes, teurgeule, and crème. Yum!

And the second time I almost let a few teardrops fall was when some terminales (seniors) had a few last questions to ask me about my favorite memories in France, what stereotypes I have come to realize are not true, what the first thing is I want to do when I get home (that one made me super happy because I got to say I will kiss my boyfriend!!) But the thought of not having these students next year, not working with these professors, was overwhelmingly sad. That's what happens when you create a whole nother life somewhere else though. After that, wherever you are, you are going to miss someone.

In other news, I am proud to say I am rocking the face off of my classes at the University. I got all my grades back from before the break and I killed it! Some of the best grades I have ever gotten in France!

National Poetry Month came to a grinding halt before vacation in Rome. I have ideas for all my poems, even some lines worked out, but I simply don't have the time to write them. I think I'll give myself an extension, write them when I can, and still post them here.

So, OK, let's talk about food. Because I have eaten SO. MUCH OF IT. this week! The assistants leaving has sort of inspired everyone to have going away evenings, last meals and all of that.

Wednesday night Bing and I were invited one last time chez Yolande, a professor at Malherbe who went to great lengths to reunite everyone who is lodged here. So she had us over for crepes a la Bretonne and they were even better than the last time. Plus, she showed me her technique for making the perfect egg.

Friday night was oh-my-moussaka Greek wonder (seriously, look at that picture. I am so overwhelmed). The Greek professor from my lycée invited me, the Spanish assistant (who is leaving tomorrow), a Spanish teacher, two French teachers, and the Swedish teacher over to send us away, and we also turned it into a birthday celebration for her. I cannot tell you enough how much I love this cast of characters. Spanish S with his love of dogs and cats, Spanish C with her glittering eyeshadow and a super colorful personality that makes you want to have fun, O, E and S, the French and Swedish teachers, with their soft speech and super interesting insights, and our host Athan, whose personality in all of its stereotypical Greek wonder is as spiced as the dishes she made. She speaks loud and she doesn't take any shit. I love being with all of them - what a diverse group we are!

Athan prepared an amazing full-course Greek meal. We started with a huge bowl of tzatziki and some baguettes to spread it on. You could smell the garlic from a mile away. Then, these amazing little spinach and feta cheese fritters. I don't know what she did with the feta but it almost tasted like paneer somehow. Then, a big Greek salad, and for the main course an enormous moussaka for everyone else and a dish of eggplant, potato, tomatoes and cheese for me. And then to finishe we had a sublime orange cake, and the chocolate cake Sam and I brought from our favorite boulangerie. And someone else brought macarons! I couldn't even eat one, I was so stuffed! Every single dish was super yummy and as I told Athan later that night, I was surprised that she went out of her way to ensure that I could eat everything on the table. My fellow vegetarians in FR know that is something you can say very rarely, and I appreciate the friends who actually get it.

I got dropped off at home in the rain on Friday, slept very little, and woke up for a full Saturday of things to do. Uni work/laundry in the morning followed by Sam and Yann's birthday lunch. I suggested pizza (wtf when I already had pizza planned for dinner?! Ashley, come on really). So we ate pizza in the salle commune, laughed at Youtube clips and joked together. Then ate this incredible gateau aux fraises that Violeta bought as a gift for the two guys.

And then last night, dinner for all the English colleagues from Lycee Victor Hugo. We meet for drinks, walk into a bar and are faced with a dude entirely dressed in a sub leather dress with a ballgag around his neck, a skimask over his face, and a flogger in his hand. Thank god my profs are not uptight! We all had a great laugh and headed over to the pizzeria where I got the best pizza I have tasted yet in Caen, I kid you not. Artichokes, mushrooms, olives, onions and lots of cheese. Que la vie est belle!

After another round of beers we were all on our way home, me laughing out loud down the street about all the things we saw and joked about that night. Oh, how we laugh together. I hope that wherever I end up teaching, the ambiance between the profs is as amazing as it is between them at Victor Hugo.

So now it is Sunday morning. I have lots of work to do, tidying up, letters of recommendation to write, University work to prepare, and CVs to send out as I am starting the job search process in the USA. Plus, a Sunday market to visit and a coffee to be had with one of my best pals.

Oh yeah, and one of the best parts of this week, I bought my plane ticket home. New York, baby, here I come! I think on June 8th when I finally get to New Jersey and am in the arms of my baby, the state will explode from the sheer power of my happiness.

NaPoMo Day 7-10 Poems

It's day 10 of NaPoMo, and I'm writing away but this year, I'm not entirely stoked about my work.

Last year around this time I was breathing poetry. Newly in love, it felt like everything I touched in the supermarket, every conversation I heard on the street, every person I saw in the park could be a new poem. Plus, I had this really amazing project to work on, my black and wtf poems. In 30 days I pumped out some of the best, most surreal stuff I've ever written, and I loved every single line. Poems about goats on slides, elephants trying to stuff themselves into cars, comforting bears, men making Snooki giant pickles, etc. When I re-read these poems, I feel like they could really go somewhere. I'm newly inspired right now to rework and submit them. I like the commentaries they make, they way they talk about our world.

But this year, I'm pretty much just journaling. And, that's OK too. I'm happy to be writing, but the result is that I feel like these poems are just for me, and maybe my little group of friends. At the end of the day, I don't think anyone on a larger scale will want to read me pontificating about the differences between France and the USA, or how much I hated my job back home, or my personal struggles. To be short and sweet, I don't think I'm writing anything that anyone hasn't already written.

Again, this is not a complaint. I've been so busy with school and work and taking up running again and planning voyages around Europe, I didn't even think I'd get past day one of NaPoMo. And I certainly haven't made any time for journaling. So these poems will someday be a nice little thread for me to hold on to my April 2012 days.

Oh, and for the record, I am still crazy in love, but we've been doing the long distance thing, so the physical electricity that lets me tranform everything I touch into a poem is on vacay for now.

Here's some of what I wrote this week:

Day 7 I rehash an old prompt from poetry workshop years ago.
I Sold my Virginity on Ebay

Today, a search for virgin turns
up 58,653 results. I stand
out among the virgin neem
oil, the barely legal videos,
the virgin mother statues,
the CDs from Virgin Records.
For 10,000 bidders, I assure
the eBay buyer protection
and the certificate of authenticity.
Yeah, Ebay has a rule about nudity,
but this bidder wants more than a bare
ass or tits anyway. My photo gallery shows
my parts separately: sharp elbow, jawline,
above upper lip, upper thigh. The winning bidder
is a polite businessmen. We agree, my virginity
will arrive in 5-7 business days. But how can I
package it?

Day 8 I visit the Easter market in Caen
Au marche de Pacques a Caen

I walk through the market to find
some Normand apples. But it's late
Easter afternoon and probably
everyone wants to go hunt
for eggs and play
with whatever the French
play with on Easter. The marche
is wrapping up. I get the apples.
On the way, I pass a bald man
being followed by an enormous
bubble. It pops and I am surprised
the little rainbow inside doesn't slick
his skin. Ah, Caen, qu'est-ce que tu me
satisfait, et bien je ne suis jamais satisfaite.

Day 9 I put together a Facebook found poem. I am only posting a few lines of this one.

Today it's market
research. I check my feed, see that a friend wants
to know why boys these days want the cake
but not the whole thing. I learn he doesn't give
pieces. 40 hours a week for three years, where
did you go? Every one of you was raw, unbridled
evil and greed and ignorance smothered in balloons
and ribbons. Let's hope we don't get blown away
by the wind.

Today, my poem is "At 25 years old I feel my breasts for the first time." And it probably won't go public yet, just so you know in advance.

NaPoMo Day 6 Poem

One touched up, the other catch-ups coming soon.

Some girls made brownies 
in their toy ovens. I baked 
little women. Every day 
in the back room, Full 
House, Step by Step, 
Family Matters, me 
and my army 
of dolls. My trays
could make six women 
at a time.  [To make a plastic 
  woman: 1. drip eye and lip 
  dye into grooves of the metal 
  tray. 2. Fill body with flesh 
  color (peach available now;
  more colors coming soon). 3. 
  Choose brown, yellow, or red,
  cipher hair dye into the depressions
  of her squared bob. 4. Insert silicon
  handled tray into oven. Bake women 
  until mom shouts about burnt plastic 
  smell. 5. Using other trays, cook separately
  the sarongs, sneakers, skirts and shirts to wrap
  around your women.]
How I loved 
the peel of them 
from metal, their cling
to those round grooves. 
If you want to bake
a woman, be careful. 
Pull her out too quick 
and an eye could tear.  Too 
slow and she may mangle.
Just remember, no matter
how many plastic women you have
made, they never stand unless propped. 

easter weekend in caen, quiet

i made it over the last hump! last holiday in france before i come home. holidays away from home are generally bad, but easter is the worst for me. all the other holidays, i make sure i am crazy distracted so i won't think about how much i miss my family. halloween with american pals, three thanksgivings (two with americans) christmas in england, new year's in ouistreham. all of them wonderful and distracting. i was afraid easter would be different, that since i wasn't making a fuss about it, i would be mopey all day missing my family.

luckily i had a lovely day/evening with some of my closest friends here. E came to visit me from Lille and I was reminded how valuable that group flight was from DC to France because not only did i meet other assistants but also made friendships that i know are lifelong. we took a tour at the hotel de ville with a friend of mine, who even opened the salle des gardes for us outside of the tour. then coffee with the lovely Whit and Raph followed by an amazing evening of galettes and crêpes chez moi. everyone had to flip their own crêpe, and we had no fails!

loose thoughts:
-three days from now i will be in ROME!
-normandy is too windy to actually take advantage of the umbrella you always have with you. no matter what, you will get soaked.
-the woman at the saint pierre tram stop was blowing really huge bubbles over the sunday market. it was pretty.
-NaPoMo is going steadily but I need to clean up before I post.

NaPoMo Day 4 & 5 Poems

Today I have two incomplete ones, but like I said in the beginning, I'm happier with some strong lines than trying to force out mediocre or bad poems.

100% American

and watching Obèses on TV. Back
home it's called Heavy, that passive
adjective, not like this obnoxious plural,
finger pointed at me. Me because
I have been heavy in all of its terminality
Yes, I've been every sort of heavy: heavy as old
books heavy as a swift rain heavy
like a bird flying or flying
into a window heavy like a goodbye.


The day I taught some poems

it rains on lycee victor hugo and there are plenty
of vocabulary questions. Each student reads a poem, plucks
word after word from the copy in his hands. They take Kinnell
and Clifton and Williams and Kenyon, swish their lines around
for the hour.

NaPoMo Day 2 & 3 Poems

Today I made my students poetry editors. I made them choose 4 out of 6 poems (from Lucille Clifton, William Carlos Williams, Jane Kenyon, Langston Hughes, and Galway Kinnell) to include in their literary journals. And they rocked it. They never stop impressing me, these kids.

As for my poems, here are two. One that I've been wanting to write since it snowed in February, and one that I wrote in Litt class today.


Caen sous la neige
On the castle in Caen: to your right a pigeon
lands on, flits off the roof. Straight ahead a man
and a young girl sled down the lawn. Left
of you a boy slips, then tries to play
it off like he was bending down to collect
a snowball, lets it fall through his fingers
when he realizes none of his friends were watching.

At the market: a few vendors knit
themselves into a close circle: a Normand
verger, a boulanger, the fish man, the man
with the beads. The only ones who brave
the sludge for us loyal shoppers, who will carry
our apples and our clementines home
carefully, pointing our feet first
and landing on saltless concrete.

That night you find out that in the right (moon)light
the snow can look like sand shaved with diamonds. Hear
their sprakling crunch beneath your feet.


Après « Education des jeunes filles aux États-Unis »

de Tocqueville, what don't you know
about us young American
women ? In a corner room
in New York, in Philly, in Chicago,
[doesn't matter where really ;
on est tous pareilles quand même]
you lift plume from ink
well. Go ahead, you grand
harmoniste. Harness
those words like you say
we hold our own reigns.
So you need some more
research time ? Spend
years in our pounding
chest, talk to as many jeunes
femmes as you can. And when
you're done, go ahead, give our dossier
to your Europe. I can't wait to feel
its corners, sharp and n'importe ou,
ready to slice any hands
that try to straighten these pages.

NaPoMo 2012 Day 1 Poem

Mourning Doves

I thought they were called morning
doves until I heard one day how their light
caw carries
carried
had carried
and I could hear
chest puffed and eyes clouding
how they mourn.
It wasn't until someone
was lost that I started to hear them
at dusk, or on a sunny after
noon above a family eating on the grass,
sometimes even in the gray night,
as I let a sharp wrap of February wind
carry me.

Bienvenue Avril!

Wow! Is it April already? Happy National Poetry Month =)
Despite my crazy schedule and barely having any time to myself at all, I am still going to try to complete the poem-a-day challenge. I will warn you in advance: these poems will be rough and uncrafted. I will be happy if I get five could-have-been-broken-better lines down a day. Honestly, the goal for me this year is going to be to write a little every day and make sure I don't spend so long writing poems that I don't get my school work done.

No translations this year, folks. I may be better equipped to execute them, but that takes hella time, so no.

Wish me luck! And if you are playing along, Writer's Digest has some challenges up for the month.

missing words and the zoo

FAIL
I discovered today that my dictionary is missing pages 467-546, that is everything between "légende" and "nirvana." To clarify, I can not verify spelling or gender of any words in between. I found this out in the middle of a written exam when I desperately needed to confirm the gender of the word "logique." FML. *See Update!!

WIN
Heard during my "Stuck in New Jersey" activity with the high schoolers (the idea is that their car breaks down in NJ and they have to think of fun ways to pass 4 days in Atlantic City except they can't agree with each other):

A: We are not going to see Britney Spears. We have to go to the zoo and we can see the tiger.
E: But Britney is a tiger. We must go see her show.
P: No, E. Britney is a cougar.

My students = on their games.

*Update: I got the gender right! Take that, dictionary with missing pages!

worth a thousand words

i took this photo of my pretty spring flowers to send to T, but then i really looked at it, and it turns out you can tell a lot about a person's life from what is in their room! i've been here six months today, let's talk about what i have accumulated.

i. flowers: every flower has a story behind it. i got them as a gift when i left the spring roller skating event last night. it was so much fun! kids and their parents and the generally unbalanced falling down everywhere. one dude almost fell and then caught himself on his hands and did five push-ups. one dad tumbled over his kid and did a somersault. i also had the pleasure of going skating with my roommate B who had never done it before. so fun to help her get out there and watch her take off!

ii. empty wine bottle flower vase: the tulips were a special gift that only i got, i think because i offered to buy one of the pots of flowers before i realized there were crates of them at the exit as gifts. guess they thought i was nice. and as for the vase, i'm broke and in france. what do you want?

iii. an anais poster. EEEEPPP!! my favorite french singer, been listening to her for the past four years and i can't believe i actually get to see her in concert. and on WEDNESDAY!!!

iv. my new jersey sticker on the wall. miss it.

v. the buneke's valentine from last year! one of the best i ever got. they always pull out all the stops those ladies.

vi. my immense university binder full of work that i should be doing right now. five exams this week and a presentation to prepare. eeffffff.

vii. if the flowers weren't enough to show you, and you look really really closely, you can see my heavy blanket rolled up on the chair, meaning not on my bed, meaning SPRING IS HERE!!!

10 things i learned/ remembered/ otherwise thought about this week

1. eating pizza hut to celebrate pi day is a good idea. eating FIVE slices because you are excited and nostalgia ridden is not.

2. my european friends aren't into pi day like i am. it's normal, since they don't write the date the way we do in the USA and there's no 31st of april. thank god whit is american and i had someone to celebrate with.

3. i got a 20/20 on my contrôle in compréhension orale! this means i will probably fail miserably on the compte rendu tomorrow. life is all about balance.

4. i have 10 to-do lists piled on my desk, just from this week. i keep gettng things done and realizing they are not even on my list, so i don't even get the satisfaction of ticking off a line item. please tell me other people do this.

5. people who live in a wet normand town really, really appreciate beautiful weather (i did too and ate lunch on the castle lawn today)

6. i am coming home in 13 weeks. i am happy and sad about this fact.

7. my students make me want to teach more and more every day.

8. i have not had a day without anything to do in a very long time. this is equal parts amazing and stressful.

9. OMG KINDER BUENO IS AMAZING and i really should never eat another one of those.

10. i should not have written this blog post because i have so so so much homework and sleep would be nice tonight.