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A homestuck oc?? on my blog? its more likely than you think
Remember my excitement of having class at the Louvre? Maybe? Probably not, but it was kind of a big deal.
Last week I met my Cultural Foundations class outside the glass pyramid and we followed our fearless leader (Prof. Davies aka bandana-clad Marina) into the *special* entrance for groups. It was electrifying. For me at least.
I’ve been here a month, which is hard to believe. Adjusting has been weird, to say the least, but I think I’m finally starting to get the hang of how things work around Paris and NYUP.
College is hard. Especially the first month. In addition to putting in the extra effort of being social (which is emotionally exhausting), there is the stress of doing homework after being in academic hibernation the year prior, due to senioritis. I’m thankful to be in a city where I can escape my worries by adventuring into the unknown.
I’ve had time to explore new neighborhoods and historical sites, but my favorite day was spent at Versailles. I enjoyed wandering around the beautiful chateau, but this day was special because it’s when I truly realized my independence. I could literally go anywhere I wanted now, whenever I wanted. All I needed was a metro map and good company.
I still haven’t been to Montmartre or Invalides or the Pompidou or the inside of the Louvre or the top of the Eiffel Tower, but Paris is starting to feel like home. It’s the little things–like buying a croissant in the morning and handing the boulanger a euro or racing to catch the metro–that contribute to my daily rituals and make Paris feel a little less foreign.