An American Girl in Avignon
Monday, June 22, 2009
Je suis "slacker"
June 1
“Slackers,” that is apparently what we are. Well, if we were “slacking” before, all of that was over now, because it was work overload time! Wanting to keep some of my sanity that day, I uploaded Facebook pictures, and then worked on my papers. (This is also why it had taken so long for me to update my blog. We were slammed with work the last week, and I wanted to enjoy all the moments I didn’t have work…not spend them writing in a blog. The blog, I knew, would be waiting for me when I got home). Anyway, after catching up on posting those important Facebook photos, I had two papers to write. The challenging one for literature was an analysis of a text. The text happened to be about a paragraph long and we had to do a 4-page analysis. Wow. We also had to do a problematic on the text. I don’t even know what that is!! I winged and flowered-up the whole thing, trying the best I could to understand what the assignment was in the first place. The text was “Je refuse la guerre” by Cécile. It was a beautifully and creatively written anti-war text. Very artistic in the styling and structure. The analysis was easy, but stating your argument, answering your question, and doing a detailed line-by-line analysis in a four page French paper was almost as painful as pulling teeth. After working all day, I didn’t quite finish it, but at least the rough draft was done, so I could edit it the next day in between classes. Ugh. My brain was fired. French overload!
The second paper was a reflection on our stay in France, and, as one can imagine, was much easier to write. I talked about how I’ve changed and how much I wasn’t ready to go home. I know it sounds horrible, but France really was three of the best months of my life, and leaving is going to be harder than I thought.
Tonight, our shower is still broken, so we had to go take “douches,” haha. Laugh, yes, that it the French word for shower, at Martine’s friend’s house across town, which proved to be really enjoyable. She offered us aperitifs, orange juice, and sunflower seeds while we waited to use her shower. Maybe our water heater should break down more often.
“Slackers,” that is apparently what we are. Well, if we were “slacking” before, all of that was over now, because it was work overload time! Wanting to keep some of my sanity that day, I uploaded Facebook pictures, and then worked on my papers. (This is also why it had taken so long for me to update my blog. We were slammed with work the last week, and I wanted to enjoy all the moments I didn’t have work…not spend them writing in a blog. The blog, I knew, would be waiting for me when I got home). Anyway, after catching up on posting those important Facebook photos, I had two papers to write. The challenging one for literature was an analysis of a text. The text happened to be about a paragraph long and we had to do a 4-page analysis. Wow. We also had to do a problematic on the text. I don’t even know what that is!! I winged and flowered-up the whole thing, trying the best I could to understand what the assignment was in the first place. The text was “Je refuse la guerre” by Cécile. It was a beautifully and creatively written anti-war text. Very artistic in the styling and structure. The analysis was easy, but stating your argument, answering your question, and doing a detailed line-by-line analysis in a four page French paper was almost as painful as pulling teeth. After working all day, I didn’t quite finish it, but at least the rough draft was done, so I could edit it the next day in between classes. Ugh. My brain was fired. French overload!
The second paper was a reflection on our stay in France, and, as one can imagine, was much easier to write. I talked about how I’ve changed and how much I wasn’t ready to go home. I know it sounds horrible, but France really was three of the best months of my life, and leaving is going to be harder than I thought.
Tonight, our shower is still broken, so we had to go take “douches,” haha. Laugh, yes, that it the French word for shower, at Martine’s friend’s house across town, which proved to be really enjoyable. She offered us aperitifs, orange juice, and sunflower seeds while we waited to use her shower. Maybe our water heater should break down more often.
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