I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night. With the way the weather is right now, the wind is strong enough to batter my door/window to all hell, so I have to shut it when I go to bed. I was a little too hot last night, and on top of all that, some kind of construction started up promptly at 10 AM… and it sounded like it was in our house… That wasn’t possible simply because if there really was something banging, drilling, and screwing away in our living room, Madame would have been home, and she wasn’t. Sheila and I got up and had our breakfast despite ourselves, then got ready to go to Sweet Briar for our classes. I made myself another odd sandwich for lunch since there was still some gluten-free bread left, and I feel like pinching some pennies. Yesterday’s sandwich was potato and cheese. Today’s was cheese… and curry sauce. I’m silently really glad Madame hasn’t been home to see me make these sandwiches, not because I don’t want her to know I’m taking lunches, but because I don’t want her to see what I’m putting together. Considering her reaction to ratatouille + gluten-free pasta + chicken was “you have an interesting sense of taste,” I shudder to think what she’d do if she knew I willingly put gluten-free bread, cheese, and curry together…
We got to Sweet Briar just fine, but not without a little bit of a metro incident… A man came onto the train while I was sitting on a strapontin (folding metro seat) with a suitcase, and moved to sit in the seat next to me. I needed to scoot over a little bit, so he said “excuse me” to me. NOT “pardon” but “excuse me.” Huh? How in the world did he know to say “excuse me?” After a few moments, it dawned on me. Thank you for giving my nationality away, rain boots. If having wet feet is a French thing, I guess I can never truly be French… Once we actually made it to Sweet Briar, I went out onto the balcony to eat my sandwich, which was delicious on levels that cannot adequately be described with actual words that are in my vocabulary, which is really saying something since I’m fluent in two languages. The wind was making the door out to the balcony go nuts, so I ended up getting locked outside, and I had to knock on the door to be let back inside… no big deal. I made a very entertaining face to express my disdain when I figured out what had transpired. Suzannah found it amusing. I’m just glad someone thinks I’m funny… I read quite a bit of L’École des Femmes before class started.
Now that the first week of class is over, and we’re into the second week, Mme. Mellado is having us get into “the swing of things” for our Atelier d’Écriture class. All we had to do today was write a page and a half long composition on one of two topics: should we restrict what types of TV children watch, or do you admire someone, if so, who and why? I chose the second topic, and I wrote about Anne Hathaway. As an actor, it’s kind of inspiring that the woman cut off her own hair on camera when she played Fantine for the film version of Les Miserables that’s coming out on Christmas Day this year (looks like I know what movie I’m seeing on my birthday). Her director said they’d do it with a wig, but no, Anne said she wanted to do it with her real hair because that’s… real. It’s one thing for an actor to lose or gain weight for a role, or to dye his or her hair, but to cut it all off is a big deal. She gets major points in my book just because I’m not sure if I’d be able to do the same thing if I were in her shoes.
As I was leaving the classroom after finishing my essay, the rest of my little group of friends were heading off to an absentee voter registration event… thing. I left Sweet Briar with them, but I opted to not go to the event because I was really tired, and because I’ve already registered as an absentee voter back home. My ballot will show up in the mail at home, and my mom is supposed to mail it to me here, then I fill it out and mail it back home. We thought it would be the simplest thing to do, I wouldn’t have to deal with registering while I’m abroad, and remaining an absentee voter while I’m back home is never a bad thing to do. I stopped by an ATM, got some cash, went down into the metro, charged up my Navigo for October so I don’t have to worry about it later, and went home. No construction noises could be heard when I went into the house… so I decided I’d take a nap. The second my head hits the pillow… construction noises. I tried to nap for about 20 minutes, and I gave up. I took a shower, put my hair in mini buns in an attempt to curl it for a change of pace, and got on Facebook. Rouge shot me a message.