...its about time to stop staring and start writing. I am going to totally confuse everyone with the dates and post old blogs that never made it to the eyes of the public. I'm putting them online for myself to finally express some stuff online and not in the privacy of my closed, password secured lap top. Ok no honestly its because I'm at work and I'd rather do this then work right now! Here goes...
Christmas break in a jiffy
January 2009
JFK flight arriving at Charles de Gaulle airport 14h50, time calculation in the head… 14 minus 2 is 12, take away the 1… thus 2:50pm. Mental note: I really need to learn this damn military time this semester. So, here begins semester #2 in Paris. This really is such a cliché story; American girl comes to Paris for one semester falls in love (with the city of course) and comes back for another searching for or creating herself. I’ll try my best not to be cliché and painfully annoying but just to recall in all honesty. The past fall semester was a tease like having those mini hors d’oeuvres they call bite size but actually you can fit 3 of them in your mouth at the same time but you won’t do, especially since you are at a place where they call it hors d’oeuvres in the first place! It was like being a new student entering a boarding school in the middle of the year and feeling like the outsider. The stereotype of France is not completely commercialized, there is a certain mentality that makes every non-French feel really, really non-French. However it is not as in your face like as if when “they” (a French person) talks to you they say “Bonjour how are you person-who-definitely-is-not-French”. Not like that. It is more just the combination of such a strong language and sense of identity that makes up France that makes those like me determined to become accepted, maybe I didn’t get enough love growing up, who knows. But anyway, here we are, walking through CDG airport feeling just 4 months more French than when I first arrived.
