Jan 01


Time just seems to have sped up since I’ve been here. When I look back at 2012, I think of the last 4 months — the 8 months previous just seem inconsequential. Not that they were. From January to August I learned a lot about filmmaking, worked pretty hard, and had a fun summer. But these past 4 months have been so wonderful that they eclipsed the rest of my year. Sure, there were moments here when I felt out of place or frustrated with things I had to deal with on my own. But my experiences, the good and the bad, have been invaluable in learning about myself and the world I live in. No, my career goals aren’t any clearer, I still don’t know what to do after I graduate, I don’t even know what my thesis film (which I’m writing next semester) is going to be about. But it’s okay, because I’ve just spent 4 months in Paris and I have 1 month left and I’m going to enjoy that now.

I can’t remember ever – even for one second – regretting my decision to come here. And to think I had doubts about it early last year! I think it was my cinematography professor who really convinced me, after the first semester of the year, when I hadn’t applied to MICEFA yet. It was so simple, but I just needed that last push. It was the last day of class and we were watching the whole class’ work so the prof could critique it and grade us. After we watched my group’s project, for whatever reason my group-mate mentioned that I was going to Paris the next year, as if it was a done deal. The prof got really excited about it and I said, “Well, I’m not sure yet…” He said I had to go. “But I’m afraid of missing out on a semester at the film department, of not being able to work on films and…” And he replied, “Come on, it’s life experience, it’s Paris! You have to go!” Well, that’s obvious now.

2012 was great. And I’m going to do my best to make 2013 even better. I’ll be very sad about leaving Paris, about leaving the community I’ve found myself in and the friends I’ve really connected with, about leaving a place where simply speaking in a different language felt like an accomplishment.

But I’m taking some really great classes next semester. I’ll get started on the most important project of my college years, I’ll have the new experience of being a teaching assistant for a media class, I’ll be helping out with a French film festival that’s expanding to New York (Brooklyn, actually!). And I’ll definitely keep improving my French at school. I’ll meet new people and reconnect with my old friends, and I’ll turn 21 in a country where it actually makes a difference.

If things go really well, I’ll come back to Paris in the summer. But if not, I will do something else totally awesome, because… I know I can. And I’ll be back here eventually, no matter what.

I spent my New Year’s Eve at a friend’s party — it was also her birthday on the 1st. I knew most of the people there but I met some new people too, danced for an insane amount of hours, watched the Eiffel Tower sparkling at midnight (give me that over Times Square any time, any time)… as it got later everyone ended up singing along to Disney classics in French, which was beyond confusing yet hilarious… we ate pasta for breakfast before heading home around 8 am. Ringing in the new year in Paris with music and friends… unforgettable.

Dec 27

Well, I haven’t written a proper post in ages. But it’s okay. I’ve been busy. And now I’m on “vacation”, which means I have 2 weeks or so to write 2 huge papers and study for 5 exams.

Now you might not think that sounds like a lot (really? you don’t think that sounds like a lot?) but I tend to procrastinate (in fact, guess what I’m doing now!) so school work takes me forever. FOREVER. And that leads to all-nighters and stress and unhappiness. But much less so than in Brooklyn because here almost everything is at the end of the semester.

I’m in Antwerp right now, by the way! I arrived today. It’s actually ridiculous how easy it is to get here from Paris. Like around 3 hours door to door, including 2 metros and a train and the walk.

As you can probably tell from the title, I intended to write this post ages ago. My mom visited me in Paris over a month ago now! But it was a really nice time. We toured, ate at some nice restaurants with my friends, and walked around a lot. We went to the Musée d’Orsay, which was gorgeous! Aside from the stunning art (oh the Van Goghs!) the museum itself, as a former train station, is really cool. We saw the clock that was featured in Hugo, which was unexpected! Ha, it was funny, my mom and I both loved that movie so when we saw the clock we just stopped in our tracks.

We drank coffee and ate ice cream at Café de Flore, one of the famous cafes where Sartre and other philosophers supposedly spent their days.

Oh and we also went to the movies twice! We saw Amour and Argo.



Me and my friend Kat on a bridge with Hotel de Ville in the background!


So what else have I been up to? Well for starters, have a picture of my block. The first day they put up these lights I was just so happy. My neighborhood is wonderful to begin with, but with all the Christmas lights it’s just magical.


I went to a klezmer concert with a bunch of friends! It was super cool, like a klezmer-electro mix. The clarinetist was American, and is apparently really famous. My mom knew who he was, anyway (isn’t that typical). I had no idea. But they were awesome.


I went to a Shabbat weekend thing at an engineering school right outside Paris called Ecole Centrale. I literally found out about it one day before I went, found out the morning of that I could still register, and found out the address like 30 minutes before I had to leave. Haha it was awesome. After on Saturday night we all went to one of my friend’s apartments in the 13th and had a party. One of her friends came over with a guitar around 4 am and played his original songs, which were actually great. Sure, I was half asleep by that point, but it  was lovely.

I went ice skating at the Grand Palais near the Champs Elysees, visited the Christmas Markets… went back to the nerdy bar a couple of times. I met some friends of friends who are super into Doctor Who and Sherlock, which was super cool. The last time we went, the waiter took us to the basement and showed us their replica of the axe Buffy uses in Season 7 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It was so awesome.


Dec 17


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I went to Reims, a town 40 minutes north of Paris, with 2 of my friends on one Sunday. We hung out at the Christmas markets, ate lunch and drank mulled wine. And I took some nice pictures!










Dec 05

I’ve decided to make this post to write down the little things that happen in class that make me smile. My professors are all just the slightest bit eccentric (I would know) and I love them, I really do, and I love being in class. Weird, huh. I said this before but it’s a few things: no pressure of class participation, barely any assignments until the end of the semester, the fact that I’m so excited to understand what they’re saying, in French, and the fact that I’m genuinely interested in the topics so I feel like I’m learning something new every day whether I have assignments or not.

I’m pretty sure most of this stuff will only be funny to me… not even because it’s a “you had to be there” moment, but because I find the most random things funny. I’ll keep adding to it until the end of the semester and then I’ll have a nice little collection of bizarre, only-funny-to-me anecdotes. Oh golly gee, what fun! (By the way, please don’t think I’m making fun of anyone, especially when it comes to the English stuff. If we’re being honest what I’ve written in this post says a lot more about me than it does about any of them.)


There was that time my Hollywood Economics professor looked down at his wrist to check the time and he wasn’t wearing a watch.

There’s a platform in front of the class where his desk is, and he likes to walk around the class so he steps off and on it a lot. That time when he seemingly couldn’t decide whether he wanted to get on the platform or stay off and he almost fell backwards and kept talking like nothing happened.

That time he took off his cardigan to reveal a black t-shirt with white type, all caps: “I STILL HATE THATCHER”. (I should probably mention that this guy is 60ish.)

That day he wore a Groucho Marx T-shirt. With Groucho Marx’s face on it and everything. His website is Groucho themed too.

All the pronunciations. Wahr-ner. Para-moont. Vain shtayn. Vah-ree eh-ty. Groo-cho, for that matter.

When he wrote “Bubble” on the board but spelled it “Buble”.

That day when the guy sitting next to me asked to see my notes in the middle of class and I couldn’t tell him that my notes were, shall we say, not the greatest and also half English half French (I only do this when the prof speaks too fast for me to write in French, honest!), so I just sort of embarrassedly slid them over… and after class he was like, “Oh, you’re American!” and I laughed and he laughed and we chatted for the first time in the entire semester.

When the prof kept saying “dans scala…” and I thought to myself, Scala? What’s scala? and he kept repeating it and then I realized that he was actually saying “dans ce cas la” which means “in such a case.”

Last class of the semester, he talks to us about our final exam: “You can bring your notes. That doesn’t mean it’ll be easy, I’ll expect much more from you in that case. But bring your dictionaries, French-foreign language, French-French, bring your Bescherelles [that’s the classic grammar book], whatever… the only thing you can’t do is have a friend on Skype telling you the answers.”

That Monday we had a makeup class for the one our Korean Cinema professor had missed and I was so scared that I would miss it, but I didn’t, and he’d booked the tiniest classroom I’d ever seen (I swear it was a repurposed janitor’s closet) and only like 8 people showed up, and it took a half hour aaactually a half hour to set up the DVD, and then we just watched this sort of boring documentary about the history of a Korean production company and yet I was still happy I hadn’t missed it.

When we were watching Madame Freedom and the music over the credits was an orchestral version of “Les Feuilles Mortes”, and he pointed this out and started singing along.

Later in the film there was this sequence in a dance hall with Korean musicians playing the mambo and this scantily clad dancer comes out and does a little routine, and he got so excited about it. “Wait for this… you’ve got to see this… oh I love this… this is great… she’s great isn’t she?”

When he was reading us some stats about the Top 10 at the Korean box office for 2011 and he read “Harry Potter 2”, and someone said, “It can’t have been Harry Potter 2, that came out ages ago,” and prof looked back in the book while someone else said, “It must be Harry Potter 7 Part 2, so, the 8th film,” and the prof looked up and sort of smiled while being all “Well excuuuuse me” (the French equivalent that is) and I just smiled thinking about how we’re the Harry Potter generation and whatnot, and then he delightedly goes, “Well it makes sense, because the first Harry Potter film came out while I was still at the Cahiers 10 years ago!” Oh snap.

When my Korean Cinema professor mentioned Gangnam Style in reference to the young generation of moviegoers in Korea and proceeded to draw a really, really crude map of Seoul on the whiteboard to show us where exactly Gangnam is… He draws the Han river, the mountains to the north, the “Maison Bleu” (seems to be the Korean equivalent to the White House. Except it’s blue.), the quarter where American soldiers used to hang out which is, he says, “chaud”, and you can take the metro there and you should totally go, and now the city is expanding and you have the universities here, and in the south on the Left Bank you’ve got Gangnam which is a rather young and wealthy new neighborhood, you’ve got your Starbucks and your Louis Vuitton, and all the new movie theatres are there… and then he actually goes, “Why was I telling you this again?” and he laughs and we all laugh and move on.

When we watched this documentary about the current state of the Korean film industry and he kept pausing it to tell us that about the times he’d met the people being interviewed.

This one comes to me from a friend who has my prof for a different class. “Oh I would show you this DVD but I lent it to Wes Anderson’s wife and I can’t exactly ask for it back yet…” Oh man, he actually talks like this…

When he came into class late and went, “It’s hard, with the rain and the cold, isn’t it?”

When he came into class late and went, “I’m sorry I’m late and a little stressed, I just got back from Tel Aviv and there were missiles falling…” and of course I knew all about it and I just smiled the biggest smile, because he’d just been to Israel, how nice! and then realized that smiling in that situation was probably not the most appropriate thing to do…

How he has yet to be on time for any class ever… how he becomes a living stereotype of a professor every time he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose…

When we learned about leitmotifs and themes in film scores in my Sound in Cinema class and our professor spent a good amount of time whistling Wagner operas and the theme from Citizen Kane.

How he comes into class with stacks of VHS tapes that he recorded himself from TV showings of films and shows us clips off them and I imagine his place is just floor to ceiling VHS tapes.

How the scene we had to analyse for my first Sound in Cinema exam was from Hitchcock’s The Birds, and we watched it 4 times and of course the effects were very cheesy, and yet after the exam a bunch of pigeons flew at me and I actually got quite scared.

How my History of Contemporary Cinema professor has to constantly silence the class of around 250 people. “Taisez-vous!” “Silence!” Again and again.

That time he actually moved one student to the front of the class to get him to stop talking to his friend. Are we in grade school?

The time this one student walked into the class an hour late and went to sit down in my row but first decided to say hi to all his friend sitting in the row behind. The prof called him out and asked him nicely to sit down, and said that he can say hi to his friend later. The guy answers back, “I just got here and you’re already being so aggressive to me!” and I just literally put my head in my hands because, really, how old are you? And the prof actually answers all calmly, “I’m not being aggressive…” I guess he’s used to it.

How he shows us all these documentaries and interviews with filmmakers like Truffaut and John Cassavetes and I just can’t help falling in love with them and their passion for cinema.

How he decided that a film called “On the Bowery” should actually be called “On the Bovvery”.

When we were learning about New American Cinema in the 50’s and he started talking about the “Beat Generation”, only “beat” in French, spelled “bite”, actually means dick, so a good part of the class giggled. And then when he started talking about “beatnicks,” a girl in back of me said, very seriously, “Mais c’est trop deja!” and I realized later that “niquer” means “to f**k” and the combination of the two innocuous syllables in English was actually very very bad in French.

When I’m sitting in my British Cinema class and the girl sitting in front of me is on her MacBook Air, clearly on LiveJournal, clearly reading fanfiction, and I try to make out the names to figure out what she’s reading and… it’s One Direction fanfic.

And when this happens again except now it’s about the actors from Supernatural.

When I’m in my British Cinema class and the poor prof asks if anyone has anything to say about the clip we’ve just seen and it’s just deathly silence.

When my British Cinema prof mentions every other class how she organized a retrospective about Humphrey Jennings at the Cinematheque and she invited Stephen Frears and he showed up because Humphrey Jennings was a huge influence on him, and that’s how we know that Humphrey Jennings is super influential.

More to follow. Night night.

Nov 16

I went to Prague last weekend! My mom was going to speak at a legal tech conference there on Monday, so we decided to meet up a few days earlier to see the city. I took a flight Thursday night and was there within an hour and a half.

We stayed in a hotel right in the center of town, very reasonably priced, in a room about 3 times the size of my apartment here in Paris. Oh it was nice to sleep in a real bed.

My mom booked a walking tour of the old Jewish Quarter the next morning, and on our way to the meeting place we walked across the Charles Bridge and through the main town square, where there’s a huge astronomical clock and lots of interesting architecture.


That’s a rare (for this blog) photo of me, and my mom!

The tour started with the Alt-neu shul, or the Old-New Synagogue. It’s actually that building in the foreground, not the one with the Hebrew clock– though that was super cool as well! We weren’t allowed to take pictures inside, but the architecture inside looked a bit like a Gothic church, except…that it was a synagogue. Haha. It was originally built in the 13th century, making it Europe’s oldest active synagogue. Cool right? There’s a legend that the remains of the Golem are locked away in the synagogue’s attic. (Here, read about the legend of the Golem in Prague because it’s somewhat important. 

We continued on our tour to a beautiful Reform synagogue…


And then to another synagogue that served as a Holocaust memorial. All the tiny letters you see on the walls are names of victims.


Right next to the synagogue was the old Jewish cemetery of Prague. It’s estimated to be about 600 years old, and it actually has 12 layers of graves, buried on top of each other.

The most famous person buried here is Rabbi Yehuda Loew ben Bezalel, more commonly known as the Maharal of Prague. He lived in the 16th century in Prague and is known for his works on Jewish philosophy and mysticism. He’s best known (to me, anyway) for the legend that he created the Golem (though this legend seems to have originated in the 19th century).

After the tour we spotted this van in the neighborhood! Can you tell who the waiter is? (Okay it’s the Golem! How funny?)

Anyway, after the tour we continued exploring the city. If you didn’t know before that Franz Kafka was from Prague you’ll definitely know it when you go visit. They have a Kafka museum, Kafka Street, Kafka statue and Kafka cookie-wafer things… not kidding. I love Kafka, he’s my soul brother of sorts.



This is a Czech specialty called Trdelnick. It’s really just dough and sugar but it’s absolutely delicious! Plus the way they make it is super cool.

A statue commemorating the premiere of Mozart’s Don Giovanni in Prague in 1787.

More yummy food!

My mom and I had a laughing fit when we saw these. This is just a fraction of all the bizarre Russian dolls they had for sale at this little tourist shop. There was a Stalin one, and inside was Hitler, Osama Bin Laden… oh and there was also an Obama one, with Michelle inside, then Sasha, then Malia, then Bo. I was in tears from laughing so hard.

Statue of Charles the Great.

The Vltava River at sunset with the Charles Bridge. So beautiful! Best time of the day.

Statues on the Charles Bridge.

Oh look it’s me again!

On my second day in Prague my mom decided that we should go on a day trip to Terezin, a town more commonly known as the concentration camp Theresienstadt (just the German version of the name). During the Holocaust Jews were brought here from all over Europe to await transportation to Auschwitz and other concentration camps. Towards the end of the war, in March of 1945, my grandmother was brought there from the Austrian border. She’d been deported from her Hungarian town of Hajdúnánás in 1944 to a work camp in Austria, then she was brought to Theresienstadt with around 1,000 other Hungarian Jews as the war was ending.

The camp is now especially well known because it was used to make propaganda films for the Red Cross, to create the impression that the Nazis were treating the Jews perfectly well. There were a lot of artists, musicians and writers brought there to help perpetuate the propaganda efforts. Particularly well known is the children’s opera composed and performed there, Brundibar, and the drawings and paintings created by the children there.


The town square.


Our guide brought us to a recently discovered, tiny synagogue that would have been used in secret.


When we arrived back it was already getting dark.


evening tower


That night we went to a wonderful restaurant that had a traditional Czech folk music band (but was surprisingly non-touristy!) The food was delicious (and a lot of it was very familiar because, you know, Eastern European roots! oh man I just remembered the cucumber salad, it was the best thing ever. I WANT.), the music was great and we discovered this Czech liquor called Becherovka that’s sort of spicy and vanilla-ish… and got this priceless photo with one of the musicians! 🙂


On our last day of tourism, we visited the Prague Castle!



Another church.

castle church






And some really random stuff as well.


The castle was up on a hill, so we had a beautiful view of Prague!




That afternoon, we moved to the hotel where my mom’s conference was taking place. It was completely away from the tourist-y area of Prague, which was interesting but not particularly pretty. In fact the hotel creeped me out a little. It was giant and hospital-like, and it seemed like a Soviet-era relic. But anyway. The next day I videotaped my mom’s panels, and attended some other panels just for fun. I even got my very own badge. I think I was the only student there, which was not surprising at all. I mean, just look at what the topic was:


I’m not going to lie, some of the topics were pretty interesting. The keynote was about the future of the legal profession (there are…challenges…ahead), and there were panels about e-crime and stuff… yeah, it was cool.

Overall I had a wonderful time, I learned a lot about Prague, and it was really nice to spend time with my mom!


Nov 09

Last weekend I went to Grenoble with the UEJF (Union des Etudiants Juifs de France), aka the French Jewish student union. Every year they have a national convention (in a different location each year) where they discuss issues relevant to the French-Jewish community. That and there’s also lots of socializing, Shabbat meals, and parties. So when my friend told me about the trip, I thought it would be a great opportunity to meet new people and seriously practice my French.

As it turned out, said friend was not going, so I would be going on this trip without knowing a single person. Luckily this didn’t turn out to be a problem. Many people were in the same boat, and there was even another American girl there!

We all met up to take a bus (the ride was 8 hours) from Place St. Georges in the 9th arrondissement. Almost immediately I met someone who knew a whole bunch of people who’d gone to my high school. I still can’t get over how hilarious that was. Jewish geography! I shouldn’t even be surprised by it anymore.

We stopped a couple of times at gas stations and by the time we got to our 5 am stop those of us who were awake were drifting out of the bus like zombies. After that I fell asleep for a bit and when I woke up I looked out the window and saw fog, and emerging from the fog… mountains… The Alps! It was my first time ever seeing them and since everyone else was still asleep I decided to mark the occasion by listening to Sigur Ros, AKA the Official Soundtrack of Nature. (I know. I know. Let me be.)

We were dropped off at the Grenoble City Hall for breakfast (coffee, orange juice and pain au chocolat!) where we chatted for a bit before sitting down for some welcome speeches from the President of the UEJF, the President of the Grenoble chapter of the UEJF, and other city officials.

Then, we were off to La Bastille, a mountaintop viewpoint. We took tiny cable cars all the way up for a spectacular view…

Eventually we went to the hotel, which was lovely (I swear, if you knew relatively how little I paid… I’m still amazed. Let me tell you, I learned the French word for subsidy that weekend. It’s subvention.) The other American girl (from California) and I were roommates!  I’ll be honest, as happy as I was to get a chance to practice my French for most of the day, it was really nice to have someone to speak English with when I got too tired.

Lest you think we were tired from barely sleeping the night before… that night, we went to a club called Vertigo and hung out there until 2:30… and then my roommate and I stayed up talking until 4:30 or so.

At around 9 am we got a wake up call. We pulled ourselves out of our warm comfy bed and stumbled groggily to breakfast and to the morning panels, which were actually quite interesting. The first was about Jewish life in Grenoble, and the second was about the recent scandal concerning anti-semitic tweets on Twitter. The UEJF successfully campaigned to get those tweets removed, and the panelists, who were lawyers and journalists (one writes for the French Slate mag) argued about freedom of speech and what that entails. In Europe the concept of absolute freedom of speech does not really exist. Take, for example, those tweets. As repugnant as they were, I don’t think anyone in the U.S. would have succeeded in getting them taken down. You know, First Amendment and all. But in Europe there are provisions for hate speech that allow for this kind of control.

We went back to the hotel to get ready for Shabbat. We sat around and talked and drank coffee and ate croissants like the sophisticates we were (um) and then we went to the local synagogue for Friday night prayers. It was a Sephardic shul (most Jews in France are Sephardic, meaning their families come mostly from North African and Middle Eastern countries), so it was a tiny bit different from what I was used to. But on the other hand I did go to a majority-Sephardic Jewish high school, so… not really. 🙂

After dinner there was a discussion circle about what it means to be Jewish in France. That was actually really fascinating because it made me realize how difficult it can be to be an observant Jew in a country that has a growing problem with anti-Semitism and at the same time a very strong culture of secularism.

As Jews, and especially as students, we’re very coddled in New York. Just a very basic example: public schools have off for Rosh Hashannah and Yom Kippur. And sure, it’s difficult to catch up on missed classes for the other holidays, but professors are usually understanding and there are legal provisions to make sure students aren’t penalized (I actually couldn’t find anything concrete about this online but it’s been in every syllabus I’ve ever gotten at BC). In New York, I don’t know of anyone who wanted to wear a kippah but felt uncomfortable doing so. The same goes for wearing a Star of David necklace or whatever. But here there’s a real fear of displaying your Jewish-ness, and it’s not unwarranted. Anti-semitism has always been a problem in Europe (read a history book), and even now, especially now, it’s on the rise throughout Europe– and especially in France. For example (rough translation here):

Girl 1: (points to Girl 2’s Star of David necklace) Do you always wear that?

Girl 2: No of course not! But when I do I always cover it up with my scarf. I’d be way too scared to go on the metro otherwise.

Basically the discussion group turned into a pretty heated argument between two viewpoints– on one side, the view that they should be proud to be Jews and not try to hide it, no matter the consequences. And on the other side, the view that they’re first citizens of France and then Jews, and they should try to conform to French standards as much as possible, especially because of the threat of anti-Semitic attacks. I can’t say I have an opinion. Like I said, as a Jew growing up in New York, I have no idea what it’s like to live in a place where you don’t feel particularly safe about your religion. All I know is, it’s not ideal. In Antwerp, most of my mom’s childhood friends’ kids, who are my age, moved to Israel the minute they graduated high school. There just isn’t much a future for them there. Paris is a bigger city, with the largest Jewish population in Europe, so I have to assume it’s a little different, but still. It’s depressing to think about, especially given… you know, the entirety of Jewish history, and my family’s own history with the Holocaust, and I’m getting off topic now so-rry.

On the walk home I met the only other student there from Paris 3! She’s doing her master’s in film. She and I were the only ones from Paris 3, and as it turned out there wasn’t even a section of the UEJF at our school. I thought about it and realized that our school offers degrees in… what? Literature, foreign languages, cinema, theatre, communications, art… and, par contre, almost everyone I met that weekend is studying law, medicine, dentistry, or engineering. Just an observation for you there. Wink.

Anyway. Back at the hotel the discussions were continuing in people’s rooms. We wandered from room to room and I was so tired at that point I felt like I was in some kind of experimental surrealist film. You know, with the different rooms and stuff… no? Okay. (Sidenote. I didn’t know how to describe this properly so I decided to put some keywords into Google and see what I came up with as a reference point. I googled “wandering from room to room in a surrealist film” and my first result was the Wikipedia entry for David Lynch’s “Inland Empire”. I laughed for about a minute straight. Oh my god. I watched Inland Empire with a friend a few nights before I left for Paris, in the dead of night, and it was one of the creepiest, most inexplicable films I’ve ever seen. Amazing, though. My experience was… not a thing like that film, I’m happy to say. Still surreal though. Okay I tried.)

The next night we had the UEJF gala dinner! Everyone got all dressed up and we were taken by bus to the Stade des Alpes, which is a huge sports stadium. The party was in what seemed like the VIP section, where we had a view from the top over the whole stadium. It was so incredibly cool.

We danced to Jewish music first, drank and ate hors d’oeuvres, ate dinner, danced some more to clubby Top 40 style music, hung out in the stadium… now that I think about it, it could have easily been a bar mitzvah, format-wise… this was until, again, 4:30 ish. To close out the night we all sang HaTikvah (the Israeli national anthem), arm in arm. That was very reminiscent of high school, actually, but what a different context can do… 🙂

We headed home the next day. Everyone was exhausted but happy. We exchanged numbers and facebookies and all the rest. I’m so glad I went, overall it was really a fantastic experience. Plus, I probably spoke more French that weekend than I had in my entire time in Paris put together. It was really, really difficult, actually, but I think I got by okay. People told me my French was good. Of course there was the unspoken “…for an American!” but that’s okay. I am definitely improving, y’know? Yeah. Yeah!

Nov 07

Ah. I have so much to write about the past few days. I went to Grenoble with the French Jewish student union, and now I’m back to school. But. It’s Election Night In America. I voted absentee for Obama. My first time voting in a presidential election! This really matters to me. I’ve spoken to a lot of people here about it and quite a few (both French and American) have said, “Oh, yeah, Obama is the lesser of 2 evils,” or, “It doesn’t matter, Obama or Romney, they’re all the same…”. BUT THEY ARE NOT THE SAME. NOT AT ALL.

But let’s leave that for now. I just got back from a lovely dinner at my mother’s colleague’s apartment, and was introduced to another American exchange student there. I’m really tired right now. I think I’m going to sleep for 2 or 3 hours and then just stay up for the rest of the night.

Here on my computer I’ve got my CNN stream, Comedy Central ready for when Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert come on (at 5 in the morning that is!) and as for French stations, I’ve got BFMTV. What is an election night without Wolf Blitzer, John King, Anderson Cooper and the Magic Wall? The first election I remember watching unfold on CNN was in 2000. I wrote about it in my diary and everything.

I’m going to mute everything and nap.  The time is now 12:33 am. Be back later.


4:37 am. Well I’m back. I set an alarm for a bit earlier but I just could not get up. Watching CNN now, John King is very excited. I’m a bit disoriented. I’m going to have coffee and cookies. Election snack time! Or, rather, BREAKFAST.

4:47 am Apparently Comedy Central doesn’t allow me to watch their official live stream from here. No big, Comedy Central, I’ve already got a backup feed! Mua ha ha haha!

5:04 am Daily Show election coverage just started. Oh man this is going to be great. Patrick Stewart!!

5:06 am Elizabeth Warren won the Senate race in Massachusetts?? YAY!!

5:17 The Daily Show, iTele and CNN are all giving me different electoral college numbers. Quite interesting. Either way Obama’s ahead in all of them. I hope they’ll be able to call it soon!

5:18 iTele called Ohio for Obama (according to CBS apparently) omg

5:19 That’s it, CNN projects Obama will win. YES!!!!!!!

5:26 I’m so relieved and happy. I didn’t expect it to be over this quickly, for it to be this clear cut. So, so happy.

5:37 Apparently it’s Stephen Colbert’s mom’s birthday. Happy birthday Stephen’s mom!

5:42 “What was his name? Mitt? No that can’t be, Mitt’s not a name.” Oh Colbert. I love you so.

5:57 Just got off the phone with my mom. She’s really happy too.

5:59 Okay, this was an extremely short and not that entertaining live blog, but whatever because OBAMA IS REELECTED! 4 MORE YEARS! YAYYYY!

Okay, I’m going to go back to sleep for 2 hours or so. Good night everyone, and CONGRATULATIONS USA!!! WELL DONE!

I’ll be back soon hopefully with a longish post about my weekend in Grenoble and other assorted fascinating lovely things. <3

Selon les télévisions américaines. Lol, good job iTele. That’s my TV…

CNN on my laptop…

And all the French news apps on my phone. Woo hoo.

Oct 30

Yesterday, I met up with a friend and we explored Montmartre. We visited the Sacre Coeur Basilica (unfortunately we couldn’t take pictures inside, but it was really beautiful) and then just walked around, got lunch, and took lots of pictures. Here are some!

Oct 24

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. I have a 20 minute presentation due tomorrow on Napoleonic propaganda in the French press. My roof is leaking. It has been for a while, but it stopped, and then it started again and it’s worse than ever. I put a pot on the floor to catch the water. It’s filling up very quickly. My neighbor did knock on my door last Thursday to let me know he had called a plumber but apparently this mysterious plumber either didn’t show or didn’t do anything. I was getting dressed at the time, so my neighbor and I had a rather awkward conversation through my closed door. And now… I’m procrastinating.

The two major things: first, I saw Muse on Thursday, and second, I went to Brest on Friday with 2 friends and came back late last night!

Where did I leave off? Two weeks ago, that’s where. Remind me not to go that long without posting ever again. Too too much to write.

So I did end up going to the Cinematheque Francaise in Bercy with a friend, and we watched a French film by a Georgian director called “Adieu, Plancher des vaches!” We just went and saw whatever was playing at that time so we didn’t know anything about the film, but it was actually wonderful and I never would have known about it otherwise. It was in French with no subtitles but the dialogue was minimal so I had no trouble at all. Watch the trailer!


Well, it’s Tuesday now. The leak has stopped! Hooray. I had to stop procrastinating at some point… and thankfully I found the motivation to actually get my presentation done in time! And it didn’t go too awfully! It helped that there were only 5 other students in the class, that they were all American, and that my professor was super encouraging (she literally went “mmmhm!” after every other thing I said). And now it’s over and I’m very happy.

Okay, where was I? Yes. Still 2 weeks ago. Anyway, remember that time when I crashed at my Candian friend’s friend’s place that one time? That same guy had invited us to his birthday party Friday at his apartment in the 20th. Our first house party in Paris! We drank lots of wine and mingled with French people (though I did meet another New Yorker who’d just graduated from Barnard! Small world.)

Anyway, the party winded down but it was too late for us to take the metro home, so we hung around to wait for the morning metro at 5 am. I think I fell asleep for a bit on the couch. I ended up getting home around 7.

I slept until around 11:30, when I heard a buzz at my door. It was my landlord. I was in my pyjamas but I had called him to take care of the leak in my roof  the day before and there he was. Groooooaaan. I tried to hide my grumpiness as best I could but I still asked him, as politely as I could manage, to call before coming by the next time. He was very nice about it. Anyway I had lunch and went back to sleep until 6 pm so that was aaaaall good.

That night I went to another party in the 15th arrondissement. My friend just finished her Masters in film here in Paris, but last year she did an exchange at Brooklyn College (which is where I met her). She came back here to finish taking her exams and graduate, and was going home to Romania that week.

As it turned out, the party was held in a 60 something year old Romanian artist’s studio/house. It was very interesting, to say the least… there was artwork everywhere, and a huge chain hanging from the ceiling. I ran into a French guy who had studied at Brooklyn College for a year–I’d only met him briefly while in Brooklyn, which made this kind of hilarious. The crowd was mostly people studying or working in film, which was really cool to say the least! People from Australia, Iran, Morocco… oh yeah, and France. Since I was by myself I was in no position to miss the last metro– so I headed out fairly early. But not before my friend shared some of her grandfather’s homemade Romanian plum liquor, which she kept in an innocuous plastic water bottle. Good stuff.

On Monday I finally went to the Louvre for the first time since I’ve been here! This was only thanks to a family friend and her husband, who were visiting Paris for a few days. I hung out with them for the day and we went to the Louvre and Notre Dame. Free for students, awww yeah! Of course we saw the Mona Lisa… I really need to go to some more museums.

Anyway. I didn’t stay up for the vice presidential debate (or the second presidential debate for that matter) but I did watch it. I don’t want to spend time on it as it’s pretty much old news now, but I do need to say this: I love Joe Biden. I saw The Paperboy with a friend on Wednesday. What a film. I’ll just say that it’s pure melodrama, but extremely well done, and never boring. I like A.O. Scott’s description of it as a “hot mess”. Hehe. I thought it was interesting that it was playing in a multiplex here, though. Did it get a wide release in the U.S.? I would be very surprised if it did. Watch the trailer, even though it’s probably one of the worst trailers I’ve ever seen. I literally had no interest in seeing the film after seeing this trailer. The reviews changed my mind.

On Thursday…

I saw my favorite band in the world, Muse, play at the Bercy Stadium!

I can’t really justify saying that they’re my favorite band in the world, anymore. The album they’ve just released, The 2nd Law… well, it has its fun moments, but it has barely any emotional depth to it and musically it’s just all over the place. And don’t get me started on the lyrics… Matt Bellamy has never been the most brilliant lyricist but this is just…just…saddening.

HOWEVER!  This album doesn’t take away from the many masterpieces they’ve created in the past. Muse have been my favorite band since I was 12 and I can’t just throw them away. I will always, always always go see them live, regardless, because they put on an amazing show. Matt’s just an amazing performer all around and their stage setups are great. Plus, there’s always the faint hope of hearing some of their older songs…

I went to the concert straight from my last class of the day, which ended at 6. It was raining. By the time I got to the stadium the line for general admission extended through the park all the way to the Cinematheque Francaise (aka, really, really, really far). Finally, around 7:30 I got inside, and shortly afterwards the opening band came on. From the first notes they played I thought they sounded familiar… then I saw the bleach blonde hair and bright red dress of the lead singer and remembered. I’d seen this band at Lollapalooza. The Joy Formidable! Yes, that was it. Hi again, I thought. They’re from Wales. It was funny, because even though I’d really liked their set when I saw them in Chicago, I hadn’t ever downloaded or listened to any of their music. Anyway, they were great.

Muse came on after about 40 minutes. The crowd went absolutely insane– the entire floor section was dancing! They ended up playing TEN songs off the new album, which was… a lot. But they sounded better live, of course. They played Supremacy towards the beginning of their set and everyone was singing along. If the French accents weren’t funny enough… there’s a ton of falsetto in the song, and everyone, and I mean everyone, decided that they could reach those notes like Matt could. The result? A stadium full of the most bizarrely high pitched singing ever. It was hilarious. Here, listen at 2 minutes in and 3:44 in:


They played classics like Time Is Running Out (my first Muse song), Stockholm Syndrome and Plug In Baby. They also played a song from their first album — Falling Down — which they haven’t played in YEARS. That was absolutely stunning. And I loved that so much of the crowd was singing along! I hadn’t expected that at all.  Here’s the original song:

This was my 5th time seeing Muse– and no, that’s reaaally not a lot for how many years I’ve been a fan– and I really hope I get to see them when they play 2 nights at MSG in the spring. MUUUUUSE!


My 2 Canadian friends and I decided that we’d go away for the weekend. But where? We decided to just look for the best deal and go wherever it took us. So we were headed to Brest, in Bretagne– the Northwest of France!

I was worried that we wouldn’t have much to do there, but we actually had an amazing time. I’m just going to shut up and show you some of the beautiful pictures I got and you’ll understand!

The train there took about 5 hours, but it passed quickly. The TGV is super comfortable.

One of the main streets in Brest, Rue Jean Jaures. There’s a tramway!

The bus we took to get to a tiny town called Le Conquet…

In Le Conquet! It was low tide, so a lot of the boats were just resting on the sand which was a strange sight.

The dock, with the lighthouse in the distance!

The beautiful Atlantic Ocean!

Early morning Brest in the fog…

Plage Sainte Anne, about 20 minutes from Brest by bus…

We walked out onto a cliff, sat by the rocks and enjoyed the view and the ocean air. It was perfect.

Yes, my shoes…

Then we headed back into Brest and checked out a fortress that had been turned into a naval museum. This was the view from the top…

We returned to Paris on Sunday evening. We actually had to switch trains, and our layover was an hour and a half. But when we arrived we realized there was a train going back to Paris within 15 minutes. We decided to get on that train even though there were assigned seats and there was a very real possibility of us getting kicked off. We were stowaways!

We did end up having to move seats for people who got on the train at later stops, and for a good half hour we were sitting on the little seats between cars! But eventually a lot of people got off and we were able to get normal seats again. We arrived in Paris an hour and a half earlier than we were supposed to. Muahahaha!

So it was back to classes today. We watched parts of this film and this film in my Korean cinema class. I swear, that class is basically my prof showing us films and being all like, “Ohhh I love this part, isn’t this part lovely? Tra lala la!” and then sometimes also inundating us with important names and dates in Korean history. I love my Korean Cinema class. I love all my classes. (Can you tell I haven’t had any exams or assignments due yet? Yeah? Yeah. Sigh.)

I’m still endlessly entertained when my professors try to speak English. I know they actually speak and understand English pretty well, but their accents are too much. Ah-doh-rah-ble. Today in my Hollywood Economics class, Weinstein turned into Veinshtayn and Joe Roth turned into Jeroff (giraffe?). And in Korean Cinema “Hand of Fate” turned into “Chand of Fate”. That’s the “CH” you make when you say “Chanukkah”, girls and boys. I have no idea where that pronunciation came from and I really hope I didn’t grin too widely. Hehehe.

I’m going to end this post with a French song that I adore. I heard it for the first time on the radio this summer. It’s originally by Henri Salvador but I was just browsing YouTube as I do, and I found this version by Yves Montand that… well, just hit play.

(And for good measure, click here for the version I first heard this summer — it’s a new arrangement by Benjamin Biolay, whom I also love, and it’s so, so so lovely.)

Oct 07

Ah. My joy at being registered for courses was very quickly replaced with DREAD. Now it would really begin. I’d sit in class completely lost, struggling to understand professors who’d speak at the speed of light in complicated jargon. What if, contrary to everything I’d heard, class participation was a thing, and professors picked on me and I’d have no idea what they were saying? My only comfort was the fact that I’d decided to record all my classes and go over them afterwards. Well, Tuesday morning arrived. I’d found out all my room numbers online but I still decided to get there early in case I got lost. My class was at 8 am so when I left my apartment it was still dark out. Reminded me of high school.

Found the classroom. Ironically it was located in the “Monde Anglophone” section of the building. Eventually we went in and all sat down. There were about 45 of us. A French girl started talking to me (she wasn’t Parisian, she was a transfer student, and I don’t think she knew anyone either) and quickly realized I wasn’t French. We talked for a bit and then as our conversation was winding down, a girl who was also sitting near me said, in English: “Ohmygosh, are you American too?” Grrrr. Yes, I said, I was. We then talked until class started. At least I vaguely know 2 people in one of my classes now?

The prof walked in and took attendance. To my relief I was actually on the list– first on the roll, in fact! People don’t really have a problem pronouncing my name here, since it’s French, which makes me really happy. In the U.S. my name inevitably becomes Gabriel or Gabriella. Anyway, apparently I was properly registered! Hooray. There were 4 people in the class who weren’t, and they were put on a waiting list at the end.

We didn’t get a syllabus. I was sort of hoping we would but… nope. The prof talked a little about the state of Korean cinema now, then told us about how we’d be graded. We have a final on the last day of courses–I think we’ll be asked to write an essay analyzing a scene from a film– and a “dossier”, which is basically a term paper, about a specific aspect of one of the films we’ll study. He handed out a bibliography that was a page long. Apparently there is no required reading, only suggested readings. Lots and lots of books. Like I mentioned earlier, class participation is not a part of the grade. You still need to be present and stuff, but there’s no such thing as discussion. 50% final, 50% term paper. Lord, I’ve never written a paper in French in my life. This is going to be…fun.

Korean cinema! Our prof started his intro to the class by repeating “Cinema coréen!” so many times that it reminded me of David Tennant as the Doctor teaching physics and I couldn’t help but smile. Lucky for me, the films shown in class had subtitles available only in English! But unlike Brooklyn College film studies classes, we do not spend the majority of class watching films– just some clips here and there.

I understood mostly everything that was going on, which really surprised me. I expected to get maybe 50% and feel horrible after, but I have to say I probably got around 85-90% and I was really happy! We quickly went over some Korean history which was difficult for me because of all of the dates–I still have trouble with French numbers. Man, why does 70 have to be sixty-ten? Why is 80 four-twenty? and 90 four-twenty-ten? Belgians (and the Swiss for that matter) made things so much easier. 70 is septante, 80 is huitante and 90 is nonante. It just makes much more sense, doesn’t it?

In the middle of class another film professor walked in. He wished us a great semester and told us that we were, as we already knew, in a great university. And that we were privileged to have our professor teach us. Aw.

Then he went on to say that he also had to publicly give our professor a big kiss, to which everyone giggled, and he kissed our prof on both cheeks. He talked about how they were going to a film festival in Auche together the next week, and how it was their favorite film festival, nicer than Venice and Cannes (and my prof would know having directed one of the programs at Cannes ho hoho) and then he decided to tell us a story about a culture minister who wanted to shut down a movie theatre in a town and the people of the town didn’t allow it. Or something. It was too adorable.

After class I went and asked the prof if I could record his class. “Ah, parce que lsafdjsldlvvkjdfsds français?”, I heard him say. Um. I nodded and smiled. “Ah, oui, bien sur, bien sur,” he said. Well, that works for me!

I ran to my second class, Economie du cinéma hollywoodien. Our professor is apparently also a prof at Paris 8, the other school I’d considered attending, in Saint-Denis. He spoke extremely slowly, which is fantastic for me. It’s actually really funny to be learning about American cinema and the U.S. in French. All the names of American companies, and actors, and places, with a French accent? It’s priceless. Paramount becomes Paramooont, Warner becomes Wahr-nehr… and our prof had to explain some basic U.S. legal concepts that don’t exist in Europe, such as settling a lawsuit in the middle of a trial. Here, you either sue or you don’t– it’s not like the cost of a trial is so great that just the threat of a trial will make the other side give in. I think this course is going to be really interesting not only because I’ll learn something new, but because I’ll learn about  some aspects of the U.S. from a totally different perspective.

And then I was done for the day at Paris 3. I walked over to the CROUS near Port Royal (even though there is one right near Paris 3, I wanted to walk a bit) and it was PACKED. I waited on line to get into the caf for like 20 minutes. But I did get to eat a really great lunch eventually. Haha.

I went back to my apartment to chill for a bit before my 5 pm MICEFA class, Grammaire du Texte. Luckily for me it was located in one of the Paris 7 buildings which happened to be a 10 minute walk from my place. At 3:50 I glanced at the course schedule. OH NO my class was actually at 4, not 5! I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door. And what do you know, I was still on time.

But only 2 other students had signed up for the course, which made for an awkward first class. And yesterday I found out that the course had been cancelled because of the low enrollment. It’s being replaced with a course on France and the media, which is really cool, and I’ll have to sign up for it because nothing else fits my schedule. But I’d had to beg the French department to accept the Grammaire du Texte course as a class towards my French major, and now that it’s a different course it’s very doubtful that it’ll be accepted for anything but elective credits. And god knows I have enough of those. Sigh.

Wednesday! I only have one class on Wednesdays. It’s my Sound in Cinema class. Also around 45 people. Our prof had us fill out a form with some basic info about ourselves, so he’s pretty much my only prof that officially has it written down that I’m an exchange student. Uh…yay. He told us about our assignments (well, a midterm and a final), gave us a 2 page bibliography, and introduced the subject matter.

At one point he told us about the Wilhelm Scream — I’d heard about this but never knew what it was. Apparently it’s a sound effect of a man screaming as he’s shot or something– and since it’s first use in a film from the 50’s it’s been used in over 200 films. Directors include it in their films just to be funny. Here’s a compilation, it’s hilarious.

Describing it he said something like this:  “It’s a scream of someone who’s dying. Not in reality, but for the film. I say this because when I was 5 years old I thought that the actors really died, that they sacrificed themselves to earn money for their families.” Totally deadpan, too. Awww.

Anyway when I asked him to record the course he said: “Oui. Oui, mais…ewoiewfdsjklnfds.” Now, from what I vaguely heard and from his tone I gathered that he’d said something like “but it’s not going to help you much.” At this point I probably should have mentioned something about being an exchange student but I just sort of looked at him and went, “Euhhhh…”

He asked if I’d recorded other classes before and I went yes and he said fine okay. Bottom line it’s all good but MAN. I know my French could be so much worse– I am at the Sorbonne Nouvelle after all– but moments like that just really make me cringe.

Thursday I had my very first CM, or Cours Magistral. This course (History of Contemporary Cinema) took place in a HUGE amphitheatre. There had to be at least 250 students in the class, probably more. The largest class I’ve taken at Brooklyn College probably had about 90 students but even so, the atmosphere was completely different.

The professor stood at the front with a microphone, and every so often the students would just start chatting away as if class wasn’t in session and the prof would actually shush them. “SHHHH!!!” It was awkward, I felt like I was in high school again. But anyway, for this class we’re only having ONE final exam that will determine our ENTIRE grade. I can’t imagine that ever being tolerated in the U.S. However, if you fail an exam here, you do have the chance to make it up at the end of the year. It’s called “rattrapage”. So you don’t automatically have to retake a course because you failed that one exam.

So of course I went and asked my prof if I could record the class. I said: “Je suis étudiante étranger, alors est-ce que je peut enregistrer votre cours?” I realized later that I’d inadvertently made my case much stronger because, well, that wasn’t exactly grammatically correct. Etiudiante is female, so I should have said étrangère, not étranger. Sigh. Smiling, he said: “Ah, no, I actually don’t allow that.”

“Non?” I said, and I too was still smiling, because I was sure I hadn’t actually heard him. “No,” he answered. “You can get notes from one of your classmates.” “Oh, okay, thanks,” I said. I don’t know why I thanked him. Thanks for nothing, PROF! Hahaha. I just had to shake my head and laugh. I wasn’t upset, because the professor actually repeated important points so we’d know to write them down. What’s more, yesterday I actually found ALL the notes for the course neatly typed up on a website online. So no worries. I was just extremely BEMUSED. BEMUSED I SAY.

Later that day I had my British Cinema class, which was, wait for it… in ENGLISH! I was totally expecting the class to be filled with Anglos, but no. This was my smallest class — probably about 20 students — and the professor is British. She told us she was going to run the class similarly to a class she taught at the University of London. I guess the British system is quite similar to the U.S. one, though, because she was intent on making the class about discussion and participation. We had to go around the room in the beginning and introduce ourselves… the whole shebang. And as it turned out, I think I’m the only American in the class. Half the class is film students while the other half is English students.

We started out with Hitchcock and we watched some clips from his early films, which were very interesting. Whenever our professor used a big word or a colloquialism she would stop and ask if we understood her. It was very cute. But from what I can tell, it’s quite a high level class. We still need to write a term paper and sit a final. It’s going to be SO much easier than any of my other classes– but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be EASY.

And with that, I was properly introduced to each of my classes. Straight after class on Thursday I joined two of my friends at a bar– we’d signed up for a language exchange event in Montparnasse. It was kind of like speed dating, but just for speaking– you spoke 5 minutes in French and 5 minutes in English and then switched tables. It was fun, and afterwards we went for dinner.

The French girl I’d met in my Korean cinema class had told me about Forum des Images. I knew about it, they have screenings and film events there, but what I didn’t know was that they had a screening room where, if you’re under 25 or a student, you can watch movies from their collection for 2 hours a day, absolutely free. I just needed to sign up for a pass, which I promptly went and did. I went upstairs to the room, which was super modern and comfortable– orange and purple couches everywhere, with plush headphones… I browsed their collection and since I was low on time I just watched a Charlie Chaplin short called Easy Street. I am definitely going back there– they have 7,500 films in the collection! Watch this slightly weird advertisement for it…

Bande-annonce Salle des Collections par forumdesimages

I’ve been having such issues with my phone, by the way. First I got a prepaid sim card to hold me over until I could open a bank account and get a plan. Then I did that, ordered a plan, waited 2 weeks. Meanwhile my old number had been cancelled because it had been transferred over to the new plan. So I got another temporary sim card to hold me over again. Phone number #2. Then, I heard from other people that their sim cards had never arrived, even after a month. So I cancelled that plan and ordered a new one. That sim card arrived within 2 days. Awesome, right? No. Not yet anyway. Now I had a third number, and I had to wait for my old number to transfer over. Except it never did. So I called, and apparently I had the wrong transfer code so I had to get the right one and I called my old company and did, and now my old number will probably transfer over on Tuesday. But all in all does this sim card work with the iPhone I specifically unlocked before I got here to use? No. No it doesn’t. So meanwhile I’m using this 8 year old pink RAZR  (I like it, mind you, but it has no data option, which I’m still paying for) and I still need to go to the Apple store or some other phone store and and SIGH. The customer support people were nice enough though, especially given my French. Whatever, this is Real Life And Stuff.

Saturday night was Paris’ Nuit Blanche– a night when museums stay open and art installations and performances are going on all across the city, all night. It was raining so we didn’t stay out too late, but we got ice cream at Amorino– a great gelato chain– and walked along the Seine.

That’s lemon, raspberry, pear and grapefruit sorbet. YUM!

That’s one of the things we saw on the Seine, it was a tiny boat and people were actually inside as it shot out flames!

I don’t have classes tomorrow. Because it’s Monday and I don’t have classes on Monday. Woo! But I have to go to MICEFA and get my course situation sorted (AGAIN), and then I may FINALLY, FINALLY! go to the Cinematheque Francaise with a friend!

Now you’re all updated… and if you’ve actually read this far, you deserve a personal congratulations. <3

Gabrielle in Paris