Monday, September 7, 2009

Monday, recap

Productive? Nope. French government requires our documents to be mailed rather than turned in. How French.

Banks... Found one that would help me, tomorrow at 9. So appointment is set.

Phone: no bank no phone so that's that.

Corkscrew: check!

Student ID : ok so about that. found out I had a language test as I walked to the building where I was to get my ID. Took test, felt I dd horrible. Honest, I couldn't remember the French political systems finer points (after Sarkosy's position as president I don't know what's going on) so my essay was not great. I took POL 141 2 years ago and Tilton was more focused on history of the system rather than the present system.

I have French class tomorrow (Tuesday) Thursday and Friday from 2-5 in room 317. The buildin is further from Gallia than physics was from McCutcheon. I think. Basic story: long walk.

Met some Brits and a Canadian as we waited to see what French class we were in. Nice people.

Must badger people at desk to get an "attestation" to show I really live at Gallia so I can get a bank account.

For now: relax.

Playlist: "wowsers." I must have made it late sophomore or early junior year, 45 track, good mélange of sounds from rap to pop to rock and more.

1 comment:

  1. We're (anxiously) waiting for feedback on your first day of French class. Kindergarten, first grade, senior in college. . .it doesn't change. Parents wait anxiously for the subtle reassurance that everything is "Ok". Some hover, others wait distantly not wanting to appear anxious. And then there are those of us who feel a tuition check brings with it a measure of accountability. Bottom line: I hope it was a good day; if it weren't, (subjunctive case) it will get better.

    This weekend we cleaned your room in anticipation of Aunt Cleo and Uncle Swiech's visit. After we cleared the major debris (just kidding) we attacked the clothes like scavengers gleaning through yesterday's refuse, and then gradually became more selective. "I won't wear a t-shirt if I don't understand what's written on it. (Which eliminated just about everything for your mother.) "I want only long-sleeve shirts." (Me) "Are you sure he wants to get rid of these things? (Milan)

    All of this was made more complicated by the fact that the Hallmark channel was running episodes of the Golden Girls non-stop on Labor Day. I felt like I was locked in a time warp with Katie, Barbara, Florence and Jo Ann. (How many of you knew that the characters in the Golden Girls were based on those four. . .I will let you draw your own conclusions as to which is which.)

    Eggs are boiling. Plants need watering. And bills await being paid. The mundane continues unabated while you pursue adventures a continent away. Enjoy it while it lasts.

    And by the way, the icemaker is running again. Your Aunt Mary will be happy to learn that it required only a new filter and not a plumber.

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