September 20th

Schedule change, again, this will probably happen more times too. Anyways I apparently do have a morning class on Thursday, great, but fortunately I have no Monday morning classes anymore or Tuesday afternoon as well. This is due to the fact that I will not be taking bibliographie or philosophie. Why? Well they don't satisfy any credits at Iowa, at least none that I haven't already fulfilled. Social geography, I somewhat apologize for complaining about how boring you were to take, but I am now happy that we had last semester since it means I won't have to take an 8am class here. Thank you social geography. My class today anyhow, Thursday morning, is the lecture for medieval history. This teacher was wonderfully nice and patient, just like yesterday's professor, and I am actually looking forward to attending this class from now on. It helps that Paula is there, but the content is interesting and for the most part easy to follow even though it is all in French. I'm also starting to notice many parallels between the two languages, primarily with vocabulary. This makes it easier to take specific classes since words like paradox and rhetoric are the same, besides spelling, in both French and English. I also had a FLE class, required foreign student classes, with Kate at 5:30pm. This was a bit irritating due to the fact that we were meeting at a quarter to eight at the university to go to a club. We all were so tired of the week that we decided to celebrate the weekend early, which is known as thirsty Thursday in American college towns. Basically the problem was that Kate and I went to our FLE class dressed in clubbing attire. There actually was a theme for the night at this club, Olympics. The idea was to dress in attire that best matches the country that one supports in the Olympics. I chose Canada since I always root for them in the hockey division, dual citizenship, and Paula was already representing the stars and stripes by wearing American flag leggings. My outfit was very tactful if I say so myself; red shirt, white scarf, brown belt, jeans, and brown shoes. It was definitely an outfit of which any father would approve. Class was interesting, not due to Kate's and my attire but rather our teacher was odd. It is a grammar and phonetics class, yay for me. He loved teasing me about how I don't know the difference sound wise between dessous, under, and dessus, over. Not my fault that the French thought it would be a good idea to have two anonyms sound exactly the same to everyone, even the native French. Regardless of the teasing, the professor had good humor which does make class thought-provoking, good thing too since it's a night class. After class was mixed, bit of a roller coaster of a night out. Good news is that the club was only five minutes from our dorm. Bad news is that when we left our stuff to go dance, meaning our coats and bags, with some friends who then also left to dance, the staff lovingly moved our belongings without telling us. The only way I was given back my purse was because I knew that there was a mirror in the front pocket. I had no I.D. on me, in France it isn't needed, since I had left it at home for security reasons. Good news is that we then checked our things properly at the coat area and went back to the dance floor. Bad news is that due to the purse/coat situation we were all in bad moods. Good news is that alcohol fixes the problem. Bad news is that Paula left early to go to bed. Good news is that I danced with a cute French boy. Worst news is that Kate lost her wallet. That really is what sucked. I tried to help her but there really wasn't much to do. She was having trouble communicating with the staff, none of them spoke any English; plus loud music doesn't make good background noise since it bleeds into the foreground. Luckily the boy that I had danced with spoke English well enough to act as a translator. Unfortunately we still weren't able to find her wallet. In the morning Kate is going to the police station before class to report it missing and will be canceling all of her cards. Good news is that her passport was safe in her room. The bad news, her wallet is still gone.