First Day of School

Not to bad.

I got up this morning and went for a run, my first run in about 2 or 3 weeks. So, it was a bit rough, but there's nothing quite like crisp, fresh autumn air to make me feel alive and well and completely happy. Running on my own is such therapy time for me. Its just me and the road and oftentimes God, as I seem to talk to Him a lot when I run. And today, this run was definitely a bright start to the day.

I got back to the house to realize I had no clean pants. And when I say no clean pants, I legitimately mean no clean pants. Its been almost two weeks since the last time I did laundry. Oops.

And of course I didn't like any of the dresses or skirts I tried on. And normally, I would have thrown on clothes and just gone to class. But everyone knows you've got to look good on the first day of school.

Luckily, I found a pair of pants that I only remember wearing twice, and they didn't smell, so they got worn.

I met some of the Wake kids at Resto U, the campus cafeteria where lunch is a mere 2.90 euro. It's not gourmet, but its cheap and filling, so we don't complain.

And 1:00 brought the first and only class of the day.

Grammar.

Yuck.

And by yuck, I mean not-fun-going-to-kick-my-butt-rather-not-go-at-all.

The professor Stephane (ste-fan) is hilarious and I think I am really going to like him. His three rules for the class are: 1) Make mistakes, 2) Participate, 3) Ladies, don't play with your hair because it makes me jealous (he's balding).

Regardless of how much I like him and how much he's going to make us laugh, the class will still be really hard. He called me out and asked what my greatest weakness in French was, and I got to say, "Speaking!" But of course, he then had to ask why. And luckily I didn't make a fool of myself and spoke quite coherently. I think.

We also did 4 exercises to begin our review of grammar. And if those exercises were review, then I'm history. Because they were hard. But luckily everyone in the class thought they were hard and had about the same amount of difficulty with them that I did.

But still, I HATE grammar. And being in the highest level grammar class is going to be no fun.

Tomorrow, I have one class at the university and then two classes with the Wake kids. It'll be a long day, and I've got a paper due tomorrow for my art history class, which means a long night.

Woopeee.