A Great Day to be an American

Today was a good day. It all started with me going to the wrong philosophy class. I guess there are two, one (at 8) for the kids who take German and another (at 9) for the kids who don’t. I got up early and went to the 8 o’clock one, but that meant I got an hour off to lay on a park bench and listen to music…which was very relaxing, as it was a beautiful day in Paris today. It also meant that my friends actually acknowledged my presence, and I got to hang out with them again today. I don’t really know what happened, or if I was just overreacting, but I think that yesterday it was more of me being mad so avoiding them then blaming the avoidance on them. So after they asked me what I was doing in the wrong Philosophy class, I actually made an effort to talk to them, and it worked out very well. Especially because we had 3 hours for lunch…

My history teacher was gone again today, so the 2 hour block of his class before lunch was gone, so me and my friends (yes, no parentheses today) bought two pizzas and went to one of the girl’s apartments and ate it. It was very good pizza, but I longed for some Positano’s and some free refills of pop. We played a card game where you thought of words that started/ended with certain combinations of letters, so it was fun (and frustrating) to test out my knowledge of French…I ended up losing, but I’m okay with that now.

Then I had 2 hours of Specialized Math, but I don’t think I listened to more than 5 minutes of what they were doing. I read some Harry Potter and daydreamed a bit. As I said, it was a beautiful day so I walked home and listened to some more music. I’ve noticed since I’ve been here how much I love music, and how it complements my mood. Good days are definitely better when they have a soundtrack to accompany them.

Brent