Non, these are not my lucky numbers for the upcoming lottory, but rather the buses I have used throughout my séjour here in Paris. The way spring is transforming into summer I find myself ashamed whenever I end up taking the métro, even if it is quicker in getting from here to there. The buses home from the Madelene have become more and more frequent. I'm still no expert on where exactly all of the buses go, but these ratp vehicles have become part of my little parisien niche.
A niche that I will soon be leaving.
Since I've gotten back from my Easter vacation in Strasbourg, which unfortunately I failed to write about, I've been stuck in a world of work as the semester draws to a close. I've been unable to escape from an unending routine. There have been a few adventures, Anne-Sophie's anniversaire, a museum trip to the Jeu de Pomme, a Jamie Oliver dinner of mascarpone and spinnach, but silly exposés on Vichy, papers on Orhan Pamuk and Victor Hugo, and disertations on French republicains have put a damper on my last few weeks of France. There is one more exposé for tomorrow on France libéré (remind me to finish that sooner rather than later) and after that its nothing put finals. There is also round two of the TCF, a French standardized test that I am not completely prepared for taking. I haven't had a French language class since first semester, so we'll see what affect that has on my abilities. I'm not worried about it, but it would be mildly embarrassing if I failed to reproduce my results from September.
September. Goodness I've been here for awhile.
Freiburg and Germany start in less than three weeks and I can't wait for this next adventure.
Other than the upcoming TCF and finals studying I've got a weekend hopefully filled with Eurovision 2009, Kandinsky, Manmosas, and James Tiberius Kirk.
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