I feel like this title is appropriate for numerous reasons, the first and foremost being that I yelled it during lunch today at my friend because she was yelling at me...
But it is really more fitting to use this phrase for the course that I landed in... It's a pretty intense level and I don't know what I got myself into. I was really happy to see the nice number next to my name when I looked at the list on Tuesday morning. It was like seeing that you made one of the lead roles. That's how happy I was. Then, I realized that with great numbers comes great loads of homework and expectations. The past few days were easy... Just talking and getting comfortable with the profs, but now I'm quaking in my shoes. Tomorrow, we have a "petit test" on some verb tenses and I have not reviewed these particular verb tenses in a long time... yeah, guess what I've been doing for at least 2 hours... I'm experiencing what we would call "Little Fish in a Big Pond." Not only I am near the bottom of my class as far as background knowledge goes, but I'm realizing that I actually have to work! I know! Those of you who know me at Taylor know that I never really put as much time into my French homework as I should have, but it was enough to get decent grades. Here, for the first time in about 4 years, I have to apply myself to this language thing. That's a daunting task... to keep with the fish analogy, I feel like I'm looking at this hook and I've got to find a way to get the worm off without getting caught and killed. I know that seems really dramatic, but these are big things in a fish's life, ok?
In other news, I've enjoyed no homework (up until today...) and being able to write a plethora of letters to various people and walk around the town that is my current home. I have yet to explore every part, but I'm going to try to get that checked off my to-do list soon. I've already found some of my favorite grocery stores. That should be no surprise to anyone who knows me. I, however, have not found my favorite café yet... The thing about that is that I'm scared to go there and do something wrong and never be able to come back... Ungrounded, but paralyzing nonetheless. Maybe that will be next week's hurdle. My my... so many things to do and hanging over my head... again, another reason why the title to this entry had to be what it is.
Just a couple of funny things before I surrender myself back to homework and studying:
-I accidentally set the table with the dessert knifes yesterday and my host parents thought that was the funniest thing ever.
-One of my teachers has a mustache. She's really animated and likes to wear low shirts... you can make that mental picture.
-I'm scared to go to a certain cathedral because a guy started talking to me there and he wouldn't leave me alone, so I'm paranoid that he'll try and find me there again...
-I wake up on my own at 6:30am... apparently my habits from the US came with me... Only now, I have to stay in my room for a while longer because noise travels very easily in this apartment. I'm thinking about inventing some kind of game that I can play to keep myself entertained until it's time to get out of bed.
-People in my group from Paris don't recognize me if I don't wear black. I only packed black clothes, so that's all I wore in Paris... but I bought some other clothes and this is the second day in a row that people haven't recognized me.
Life just continues to be an adventure... So, until the next episode, I hope your lives are filled with plenty of your own! :)
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So many things about this post made me smile...the fish analogies, the dessert knives, you waking up at 6:30, wearing black, etc. Yet, I also remember that feeling of being quite overwhelmed at the beginning of school. But if I know you, you'll come out on top. (That sounded really corny...I hope you know what I meant.) Anyway, I love you bunches!
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