Today has been one of those horrible Mondays when I seem to always be behind. First in French I seemed incapable of putting together words and forming sentences, then the prof in my phonetics course decided to talk to me in front of the class about how bad my pronunciation was, and finally by the time I made it to my queer theory course I was so tired and so angry that I couldn't focus.
People keep asking me how I find my Parisian life. I respond with the happy "Oh it's wonderful" but there are some days when I crave to pack my bags and move on to a new city and a new beginning. Days like this I wonder just what it is that keeps me from doing just that.
People keep asking me how I find my Parisian life. I respond with the happy "Oh it's wonderful" but there are some days when I crave to pack my bags and move on to a new city and a new beginning. Days like this I wonder just what it is that keeps me from doing just that.
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