A few frustrating days

The first week of school has been a mess. I barely went to class and ran around all week to register for my courses. The French love to direct you to someone else, and I'm falling for it! It just seems that there's no other way, since they are very impatient with you and all you want to do is leave, without settling the issue completely! My schedule is such a mess and I have a bunch of conflicts everywhere. The worst is that you can't find all the course schedules online. For some classes, you need to go to their office but they're only open in the afternoon, or they say they're open but aren't there at all! And there's a different administration for different programs AND years. And they're not in the same building! And there's construction all around the university so some paths are forbidden so you can't take shortcuts to get to places. And I can't find the elevator anywhere so I have to climb up to the 6th floor everyday! I WANT THIS TO BE OVER!

On a lighter note, Melanie is coming to Paris tomorrow with a few of her friends from Brussels!!! I am very very very excited, but I would be thrilled if all our scheduling troubles were settled before she comes. I can see this going very badly tomorrow though, as she'll have less time to talk to her university about scheduling. Good luck!

I leave you with a reflection piece that I wrote last night, addressed to surely some people out there:

As a kid, you grasp the moment naturally and you let your personality run wild. At puberty, you try to repress some of that avidness and eagerness, you pretend to be mature and become more aware of what they think of you; you choose the forbidden fruit. “Grow up!” they tell you. And you do just that. You realize you can’t find that childhood serendipity that you once tucked away and kept to yourself to savour. To the young adult: it’s now gone and you miss it. You search for it in the arts, in various forms of expression. You may even produce a few works of your own but it will never be the same, as the symbolism is faked and the deliberation backwards. You try to shock others with what they already know. You absorb the individualistic movement; participate in protests, saving a society that works and stalls on coins and credit, saving the environment. You fail to notice you have become one of them, someone with a role to play and an opinion to confirm. You are who you thought you weren't.