October 12th

At 9:38 am I was sitting in the cafe of the international building, on a Friday. I decided, on Wednesday I think, that I needed to take another class. My schedule in retrospect to everyone else's is pretty light. However, to my defense, my three courses are much longer sessions than the other students. This is what happens when you are a literature major, you have three hour long classes. So, although I only have three classes, they are all long and worth about 7 Euro credits each, or 3 semester hours. Why take another class then? I figured that I should be more productive. Ok the truth is I just wanted to take a fun class. What is the class? That's the ultimate question. It is American History that is taught in slow English to French students. Ah how I love life. I've taken American history many times in the past, doesn't mean I know any dates, and have more or less enjoyed it. Actually, the last American history class that I've taken was by far my favorite, American Culture. So it's a subject that I know rather well. Oh, something that Europeans do, more so say, which annoys me is the statement, "one could learn all of America's history in an afternoon." Thanks jackasses. I know that our country is young in comparison, but no need for the lip. First fact in American history, our founders left Europe and stayed away. First lesson in American history, we did it for many reasons but a big one was the whole Euro government setup. I must say, I'm not a big fan of having the heirs of generations of incest rule my country either. Aight, I'm done with the historical sarcasm and insults. That was my intolerance of the day. Moving on, class started at ten, but I had no idea where it was. Kate is also in the class and had agreed to meet me in cafe beforehand so that we could go to the lecture together. Yay I have friends! Turns out she forgot where the room was. Meh, I still have friends! We followed some French kids that she recognized to class and sat down in the middle of the room. The last lecture had been on George Washington, Kate told me this, so I was telling Kate about an original Washington monument that had caused some controversy. Back in the day this French artist created a statue of Washington in Roman toga attire; aka he had no shirt on. Such an awkward image for Americans, our founding father bare-chested. Shiver. While we were having this discussion Kate suddenly said, "oh hello." I was a bit confused to say the least, until I heard the chair next to me move. Hi Toine. Ah fantastic, we're in the same history class. I shouldn't have been surprised, the kid is a history major, but it was just unexpected that he sat by me. I have friends? Class started and was ridiculously easy. I have two huge advantages over the French students; one  I speak English fluently, and two I'm American. Lecture was actually very amusing, not just from the teacher's pronunciation, since the topic was about various depictions of Washington, one of which was the statue of toga Washington. The teacher asked what was off or odd about the statue. Of course none of the French students responded. Instead the teacher heard Kate somewhat whisper, "he's naked" to me to which I snickered. The teacher asked if someone had say something. Crap, sucks to be you Kate. Everyone looked at us too. Ah those troublesome Anglos. Kate then, with blushing cheeks, said, "well he is disrobed." The teacher shook her head, "no I heard naked." I love it when these moments don't happen to me. Oh Kate, we're still friends. Class continued without any more awkward answers. I hope that none of the French students try to bum notes off me, that would unpleasant. To my knowledge, the only French student who knows that I'm American in that class is Toine. Believe it or not the French have difficulty pinning down my accent, even when I'm speaking English. Works for me, cause this American doesn't like to share outside of her social circle. Somehow, I have friends.