bientôt...
Recently, at least 3 separate people have made comments to the effect of "you don't suck nearly as much at French as you used to." Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I guess I got what I came for.
And then I realize I have less than 7 days left in France. This scares me.
Soon I'll be back in Berkeley. I have vague memories of what life was like there. Berkeley is... the day I cook for 4 hours in the afternoon, then after dinner rush to the lab in the basement of Cory to slop through a lab report, arriving back home at midnight to work until 6 am on that French paper I put off because of the cs project earlier in the week... or the evening spent with a satisfying 5 hours of problem set, after which I wander downstairs to join some friends for some midnight hot tubbing... or people-watching with the crew on a couch in the hall at a Cloyne party. I've forgotten what it was like to live in an eternal state of sleep deprivation and intellectual stimulation. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up.
In other news, I'm leaving tonight to spend the weekend (Thursday and Friday are workers holidays. What a great country.) in the south-west of France. I get back Monday morning. I leave for good on Tuesday.
If anyone in Sophia wants some dishes or a mini-oven, come by my apartment.