orientation
Today was the first "official" day of the CUPA program.
I debated walking or taking the metro, but because my laptop was extremely heavy (oh those Dells, trusty but so stolid), I decided to hop on the metro and use my Carte Orange (long-term metro pass) for the first time.
After the first stop, we stopped for 10 minutes at Volontaires, while a soothing and apologetic male voice garbled something in French that took me 4 repetitions to understand. Apparently, there was an accident on line 12 towards Porte la Chapelle, which is my line. Accident! I was about to get off and make the walk to CUPA when the train rumbled to life again. Only to stop again at the next stop, Falguiere. I just lept off the metro and walked the rest of the way down rue de Vaugirard.
There are so many students in CUPA, almost 50! Double the fall number! There are I think 7 or 8 of us from Harvard, and there are a lot of Georgetown students, as well as some Yalies. We Harvardians sort of stuck together, which is not quite so good, but it was so overwhelming, to be let loose in a tiny room with 50 people you don't know!
They had lychees, can you believe? They reminded me of my grandparents and my extended family, who are all in China right now, celebrating the coming of the New Year. Imagine, lychees in France! I chattered with some new students and then made the moves on a platter of delicious, pastel colored macaroons, chatting with Monalisa, the French student intern, about food. And boys.
She asked: "So do you see any cute ones in the program?"
Me: "Erhm, one, that one. But he's not my style. I like boys who are erhmmnm (trying to think of the work for scrawny and nerdy)...mince (thin) et intellectuel?
M: "aha, you mean intellec? we call people who are intellectuals "intellecs""
Me: "Yes, that's it. I don't like big guys."
M: (giggles) "Neither do I! Those sporty times I don't find very attractive."
Me:"Yes! Especially those who look like football players (sorry football players...)! They look like they take steroids."
M: "Haha, you should ask them if they take steroids."
And then I had an interview with a very nice professor of methodology (the French way of academics). She was very sweet.
And I am so tiiiiiiiiired!!!! I want to dormir, but I've slept plenty.
I can't wait till after Justice finishes tomorrow. Goodness.
I debated walking or taking the metro, but because my laptop was extremely heavy (oh those Dells, trusty but so stolid), I decided to hop on the metro and use my Carte Orange (long-term metro pass) for the first time.
After the first stop, we stopped for 10 minutes at Volontaires, while a soothing and apologetic male voice garbled something in French that took me 4 repetitions to understand. Apparently, there was an accident on line 12 towards Porte la Chapelle, which is my line. Accident! I was about to get off and make the walk to CUPA when the train rumbled to life again. Only to stop again at the next stop, Falguiere. I just lept off the metro and walked the rest of the way down rue de Vaugirard.
There are so many students in CUPA, almost 50! Double the fall number! There are I think 7 or 8 of us from Harvard, and there are a lot of Georgetown students, as well as some Yalies. We Harvardians sort of stuck together, which is not quite so good, but it was so overwhelming, to be let loose in a tiny room with 50 people you don't know!
They had lychees, can you believe? They reminded me of my grandparents and my extended family, who are all in China right now, celebrating the coming of the New Year. Imagine, lychees in France! I chattered with some new students and then made the moves on a platter of delicious, pastel colored macaroons, chatting with Monalisa, the French student intern, about food. And boys.
She asked: "So do you see any cute ones in the program?"
Me: "Erhm, one, that one. But he's not my style. I like boys who are erhmmnm (trying to think of the work for scrawny and nerdy)...mince (thin) et intellectuel?
M: "aha, you mean intellec? we call people who are intellectuals "intellecs""
Me: "Yes, that's it. I don't like big guys."
M: (giggles) "Neither do I! Those sporty times I don't find very attractive."
Me:"Yes! Especially those who look like football players (sorry football players...)! They look like they take steroids."
M: "Haha, you should ask them if they take steroids."
And then I had an interview with a very nice professor of methodology (the French way of academics). She was very sweet.
And I am so tiiiiiiiiired!!!! I want to dormir, but I've slept plenty.
I can't wait till after Justice finishes tomorrow. Goodness.
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