AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*dramatic gesture*
This morning was the worst morning of my time in Paris, and dramatic as I tend to be, I am not exaggerating this time.
I got up at 8 am today to write emails...and discovered that I was unofficially dumped by my girlfriend on facebook, for probably the 3rd time.
Went to the Sorbonne to pick up a packet from my history professor's office. Spent 20 minutes running up and down stairs, in vain. Where is G647???? Does it even exist???
Ran 10 minutes to Centre Michelet for my art history TD. Only to find M. Laugee was not there. Of the 2 other students waiting outside the empty Salle Fermigier, no one knew what was going on. I asked the secretariat, who eyed me languidly and said, "I have no information on M. Laugee, sorry." This, after my CM prof. M. Goetz did not show up for the Tuesday evening class, to which the Secretariat also said, "I have no idea where he is." The 2 French students looked at me with pitying eyes, "It must be difficult for you foreign students, welcome to France." Difficult, what an understatement.
So I walked back to the Sorbonne to try to find M. Crouzet's office. After about 40 minutes of dashing up and down stairs again (in my new heels nonetheless!!! I suppose they're well broken-in now), and asking two Secretariats (History secretariat: His office is Escalier G, 1.5 floor, first room to left. Me: What's the number? Secretariat: I dunno, it's just there.), I finally found the confounded room. No, it was NOT the first room on the left. And sadder, I was actually within 2 feet of the room at one point earlier in my travails, and didn't even realize it. I must have looked a fright, sniffling nose and sweaty brow to my professor. I was so frazzled I didn't even say "au revoir" to him after I took the packet. Sigh.
At least I'm well exercised for the day.
The point of my complaint is: I will be so incredibly grateful for Harvard's organized, well-structured classes and classrooms and pleasant mannered secretaries when I come back.
I still love this place though.
This morning was the worst morning of my time in Paris, and dramatic as I tend to be, I am not exaggerating this time.
I got up at 8 am today to write emails...and discovered that I was unofficially dumped by my girlfriend on facebook, for probably the 3rd time.
Went to the Sorbonne to pick up a packet from my history professor's office. Spent 20 minutes running up and down stairs, in vain. Where is G647???? Does it even exist???
Ran 10 minutes to Centre Michelet for my art history TD. Only to find M. Laugee was not there. Of the 2 other students waiting outside the empty Salle Fermigier, no one knew what was going on. I asked the secretariat, who eyed me languidly and said, "I have no information on M. Laugee, sorry." This, after my CM prof. M. Goetz did not show up for the Tuesday evening class, to which the Secretariat also said, "I have no idea where he is." The 2 French students looked at me with pitying eyes, "It must be difficult for you foreign students, welcome to France." Difficult, what an understatement.
So I walked back to the Sorbonne to try to find M. Crouzet's office. After about 40 minutes of dashing up and down stairs again (in my new heels nonetheless!!! I suppose they're well broken-in now), and asking two Secretariats (History secretariat: His office is Escalier G, 1.5 floor, first room to left. Me: What's the number? Secretariat: I dunno, it's just there.), I finally found the confounded room. No, it was NOT the first room on the left. And sadder, I was actually within 2 feet of the room at one point earlier in my travails, and didn't even realize it. I must have looked a fright, sniffling nose and sweaty brow to my professor. I was so frazzled I didn't even say "au revoir" to him after I took the packet. Sigh.
At least I'm well exercised for the day.
The point of my complaint is: I will be so incredibly grateful for Harvard's organized, well-structured classes and classrooms and pleasant mannered secretaries when I come back.
I still love this place though.

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