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So I have reached the hump day of my first week of university in Paris. I am taking 4 classes:
French Advanced
Creative Writing and Poetry
Films and their Meanings
American Fiction
I am in love with my French professor. I have always been shy when speaking french and have had a few intimidating professors, but she makes me feel so comfortable and has one of the greatest smiles I have encountered. French is my most intensive course, I have it four times a week for an hour and 2o minutes and for two hours and forty minutes on Tuesdays. She wants to take us to a play in April, a fromagerie (cheese shop), museum, etc., so that is really exciting.
My film professor is such a character. He resembles Snape from harry potter in his mannerisms, dress, voice, and face, except he is not as menacing. On our first day he was seated in front of the class dressed in all black, his long fingers crossed on his cocked knee, and surveyed us as we walked in from hooded, bushy eyebrows. We sat in silence for a few minutes until he addressed us with a voice just like Snape. I almost died. The film course should be interesting as I have never taken one before and he is very knowledgeable. All of my classes are fairly small, ranging from 10-20 kids. It was weird at first to start school here, since I kept forgetting that that is what I am here for, but after the first day I got into the groove.
I signed up for Yoga (Yoga in Paris, pretty amazing), and am going to try and run with the running club.
It has started to warm up (into the 40s) which makes walking around so much more enjoyable. I am trying to find a good group of friends; its like I am a freshman all over again, scrambling to find a group to be a part of. I met 2 kids from LA who are so nice and coincidentally know some friends from school and home. I have not started running yet since I am afraid of doing it at dark and getting lost, so hopefully during the day I can fit it in.
I am still totally overwhelmed by all that I want to do here and have the anxious feeling that I will not be able to do it all, but then I remember I am living here for 5 months and that this is only the first week :).
Write more later.
Love Bri