I had just pressed the "Envoyer" button on my Facebook message to respond to Ge when the little loading wheel on the left corner of my Firefox tab halted for a second before resuming.
Not good.
That little halt can only mean one thing - the network is either lost or the connection needs to be reset. Taking a deep breath, I quit the application and restarted it. And nothing.
The connection was completely lost.
This happens fairly often here, normally lasting somewhere between an hour and 13 hours. Since there is no sense in complaining to the man working at the residence's welcome desk, I just had to go with it - and, since it was Saturday and no one works here on Sunday, get used to living without the internet until Monday.
I say this as if it is an easy thing to do. It's not. My oral French teacher often teases me for my addiction to the internet, to which I always reply that I am not addicted - my feelings are completely normal for the average American.
So Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning passed with me trying and failing to get my homework done while sporadically checking to see if the network had been reestablished. And somewhere between then and now I began to realize that perhaps I am indeed addicted. Not good.
Not good.
That little halt can only mean one thing - the network is either lost or the connection needs to be reset. Taking a deep breath, I quit the application and restarted it. And nothing.
The connection was completely lost.
This happens fairly often here, normally lasting somewhere between an hour and 13 hours. Since there is no sense in complaining to the man working at the residence's welcome desk, I just had to go with it - and, since it was Saturday and no one works here on Sunday, get used to living without the internet until Monday.
I say this as if it is an easy thing to do. It's not. My oral French teacher often teases me for my addiction to the internet, to which I always reply that I am not addicted - my feelings are completely normal for the average American.
So Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning passed with me trying and failing to get my homework done while sporadically checking to see if the network had been reestablished. And somewhere between then and now I began to realize that perhaps I am indeed addicted. Not good.
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