le moment gourmand

We're coming down the home stretch of the semester, and as always, I have more work than I would like. Procrastination has always been my forte. Four exam type things left and a paper or two, and then its a mini vacation, at least from La Sorbonne. Middlebury on the other had starts its classes on the 26th, meaning I truly only get a three day weekend.

Gave an exposé today on Carl Goerdeler and the German Resistance against Hitler. Received a moyen, but now its over and I can move on to other work. Like stressing out over how I'm going to study for my l'Europe Centrale class when the exam is a week from this morning.

Today for lunch I went to an inexpensive café just north of the Sorbonne où j'ai passé un moment gourmand avec un sandwich, boisson(s) et croissant. And for about about 3 hours it was just me, my food, The American Lion, and the crowds of French students. The two girls next to me were stressing out about exams, deciding on whether or not to pursue master degrees, and talking about their vacation plans. La Sorbonne doesn't start up again until the 9th of February. One of their mothers wasn't letting them go down to Marseilles for some reason. I would have evesdropped more, but her voice was really annoying and she kept on adding "quoi" to the end of every phrase, but only when she wasn't "ben-ing" (similar to um-ing) or interjecting with things like "tu sais?" That, and I really am digging this Andrew Jackson book.

It started a little slow, but after about page 17, I've struggled to put it down. As I'm reading it I can't help but remember my AP History teacher in high school and the American Pagent and how uncool they were for not liking Jackson. Sure he's brash and not the norm for the time period, by God he stuck to his principles. Or at least thats what the first 100 pages have told me. There is still lots of the book left, so there is still some time for me to change my mind.

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