Today it was almost impossible for me to muster the energy to get up and start the day. This is nothing new since I have had to get up at 7h00 every morning for the past month but it seemed harder today than ever before - possibly due to the knowledge that today marked the last day of queer theory or perhaps due to the knowledge that today was a massive strike by the public transportation system, a strike that I knew would take my normally 20 minute ride to the Sorbonne and make it an almost hour-long process.
Eventually (and by "eventually" I mean 5 minutes later) I managed to push the covers off of my body and to drag myself to the bathroom. Forty minutes later I walked out the door and through Parc Montsouris to the RER station where I learned I would have to wait 20 minutes for a train that would take me only 1 stop to where I would catch a métro for 12 stops to Saint Michel.
Class begins at 9h00 and at 9h03 I walked in the door with a breathless "Bonjour" and the professor, noting my breathlessness, only told me that she didn't really think it was that bad of a strike today. And as she said this, the majority of the class was absent.
Eventually (and by "eventually" I mean 5 minutes later) I managed to push the covers off of my body and to drag myself to the bathroom. Forty minutes later I walked out the door and through Parc Montsouris to the RER station where I learned I would have to wait 20 minutes for a train that would take me only 1 stop to where I would catch a métro for 12 stops to Saint Michel.
Class begins at 9h00 and at 9h03 I walked in the door with a breathless "Bonjour" and the professor, noting my breathlessness, only told me that she didn't really think it was that bad of a strike today. And as she said this, the majority of the class was absent.
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