Yesterday was the first day of school. Considering the size of Parsons Paris, it felt like the first day of middle school, though I think my middle school was actually larger. It's impossible to get lost in Parsons' tiny building. Seriously, there are only like 21 rooms for all their students and majors. I claimed my own little corner of the school, a shoe-box size locker that can probably only hold a few books before looking uncomfortably full. Because I do not have a work space at school, I do not think I will be needing to put much in there.
I'm taking 5 classes in total this fall: Web Design 1, Advanced Typography, Paris was a Woman, Printmaking 1, and Marketing Strategies for Brand Development. Each class meets once a week for 2.5 hours. Yesterday, I had Web and Paris was a Woman (I have to take it for my French minor; I'm hoping the class isn't as lame as the title). Web was held in their computer lab. It appears that they do not care if you bring food or drinks into the computer lab, like they do in Reese. My ccon instincts had me seriously contemplating picking up my classmates' food items and throwing them in the trash to protect the brand-new iMacs from harm. There is a grand total of 5 people in Web; only one of them has been at Parsons Paris for more than a week. Our professor, the head of the ever-so popular CD department, sat at one of the Macs and rambled off what she was doing for 2 and a half hours with no projector, rendering it impossible for the five of us to follow her and do it for ourselves simultaneously. I thought we were going to be learning HTML, but it turns out we will only be learning the Dreamweaver version. At least we're going to be spending half the semester on Flash, which will be fabulous. Feeling incompetent because I don't know Flash is starting to wear a little thin.
I was supposed to have Paris was a Woman last night. In reality, the professor had to attend her mother's wedding, though this didn't stop her from having us come all the way to school to sit there for five minutes. We received the syllabus, wrote our names on a piece of paper, and were told we were free to go. Because, clearly, an email with an attached PDF of the syllabus is out of the question. Maybe people here don't know what PDFs are?
I didn't have class today, so instead I figured out how to use my local laundromat, which didn't end in tears as I had anticipated. After successfully cleaning my clothes, I made a trip up to Saint-Germain to buy a book I needed for class. It's really nice to be able just to walk around the city and observe people. This is such a great place for people-watching. I then made my way to the Luxembourg Gardens, one of my favorite places in Paris. I had planned on reading my book for class in the park for awhile, however, hunger and the weather interfered. I accidentally took a nap when I got home.
But I finally made a meal in my kitchen! I've been here for over a week and hadn't once turned on my hotplates until a few hours ago. Lately I've been missing Eugene's mashed potatoes, so a few days ago I decided to make some and bought some potatoes. The bag had just been hanging out on my shelf until today. They actually turned out decently, though a little chunky since my apartment did not come equipped with a masher. I had marinated some chicken breasts in some Balsamic vinegar earlier today, as I figured a dinner solely consisting of mashed potatoes probably wasn't the best thing in the world. They were probably some of the best chicken breasts I've made. So now that I have used the kitchen I can officially say that I live here.
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