Last weeks in America

The last few weeks before I boarded on a plane to Paris are a blur. Everything came and went so quickly and I can’t remember much of what I did, except that I watched a lot of Korean dramas and rarely left my house. One vivid memory, though, is my last-minute rush to finish packing.

PACKING:

I’m not going to give you any advice on packing because I failed miserably at that. But I can give you some warnings: PACK AHEAD OF TIME. I knew that I needed to pack early, but I still procrastinated with the excuses that:

  1. I still had plenty of time left to pack. Packing’s not that difficult. I already created a list of things that I need to bring (which I ended up neglecting for the most part). The rest is easy. (No it is not.)
  2. The suitcases wouldn’t fit in my room. I can’t pack until I can properly lie the suitcases down in my room because once I put clothes in there, I am never closing the suitcases and storing them upright. (Completely false.)
  3. I was still wearing the clothes that I needed to pack. I have to wait for a while, until it gets closer to the departure date, for me to really pack. (But all of that time, I could’ve packed all the clothes that I wasn’t wearing.)

In the end, I think it all boils down to my inner-reluctance to acknowledge that packing meant I would be leaving soon. And not just on a nice family vacation, but on a year by myself, for the first time. Those last days were dark days. Or, more accurately put, bright days. On my last two days before the flight, I packed the whole day until maybe 6-7AM, then I took a short nap and resumed packing at around 10AM. I don’t do all-nighters, so that was my sleep for the day.

Why was packing so difficult for me? Well, I have a love-hate relationship with my clothes. Some days, I love an article, but most other days, I hate. Sometimes, I love it for a long time, then grow to hate it, until one random day, I like it again. But most of the time, I dislike all of my clothes. So, I first had to distinguish between which clothes I disliked, but still thought were nice enough to bring with me to Paris. That was a difficult. And even after deciding all of that, my suitcases were still too heavy. So I had to complete the arduous task of getting rid of things that I already set my mind on bringing. After all, everything that I had chose to bring, I chose for a specific reason. Now, I had to narrow it down even more. Quite stressful, I must say. In the end, I narrowed down my clothing items and after being in Paris for two months now, I have not once felt, “I wish I brought so-and-so clothing article with me!” My wardrobe felt so huge while I was packing, but here it feels so small. Small yet sufficient.

First day packing

I began packing on July 19, almost a whole month before my flight. But still, my less-admirable qualities got ahold of me and packing became a complete mess in the week before leaving.

About 2-3 weeks later, I resumed packing and got serious business done, including putting things into space-saving bags. I ended up having to take some clothes out of the space bags because I had too much.

About 2-3 weeks later, I resumed packing and got serious business done, including putting things into space-saving bags. I ended up having to take some clothes out of the space bags because I had too much.

Here's a shot of my smaller, carry-on suitcase that I ended up not using.

Here’s a shot of my smaller, carry-on suitcase that I ended up not using.

I just think this is a cool photo.

I just think this is a cool photo.

My last day packing.

My last day packing.

Everything all nicely enclosed.

Everything all nicely enclosed.

After ditching that suitcase that weighed too much, I tried to decide which carry-on bag was better suited to carry all my junk.

After ditching the carry-on suitcase that weighed too much, I tried to decide which carry-on bag was better suited to carry all my junk.

A laundry hamper full of my final, reject clothes - clothes that I would not bring with me to France.

A laundry hamper full of my final, reject clothes – clothes that I would not bring with me to France.

All my miscellaneous items to pack into my suitcase.

All my miscellaneous items waiting to be packed into my suitcase.

The joy and relief of finishing my packing, just a mere 6-or-so hours before my flight.

The joy and relief of finishing packing, just a mere 4 or 5 hours before my flight.

In the last photo, there are two quite large suitcase. The bigger one is mine and the smaller one…is also mine. I can’t help you with packing a year’s worth of stuff into one suitcase because I was fortunate enough to be going on vacation with my family before settling down in Paris. Therefore, my parents let me have one of their suitcases to carry extra things while they shared one. And it all works out because my return flight through Icelandair allows two suitcases and a carry-on. Yes!

AT THE AIRPORT:

Even after I had finished packing, I did not feel any sadness about leaving home and NYC. Maybe it was because my family was going on vacation with me for two weeks before they left me on my own that I didn’t feel sad or scared. But as my dad was driving us to the airport that last night, my sister said something about crying and then, suddenly, my eyes began to tear a bit. Yup, I was sad inside all along.

Nowadays, I am fine. I don’t feel all that homesick, but occasionally, I will remember something about home and miss it or feel nostalgic. Ah well, ’tis life. Fond memories of the past, exciting prospects for the future, happiness in the present.

Departing at JFK

Mr. Reynard-san says hello after a loooong absence. I traveled all around Western Europe in August and I haven’t gotten around to posting about my adventures. But don’t worry, we’ll fix that soon enough. In the meantime, just enjoy this photo of me in the airport. And check out Victoria’s post on leaving America, whenever that comes out…

Mr. Reynard-san at JFK

Noodles!

On this segment of “Cooking” with Victoria, I show you how I don’t really cook!

On September 10th, I decided to try some new ramen that I bought at a magnificent store called, Tang Frères. (Interesting observation: In America, people would hear my last name, Tang, and make some sort of “witty” reference to the orange juice drink, Tang. But here in Paris, people make “witty” remarks about my “relation” to the store Tang Frères.)

This ramen is a special kind of ramen. It’s Pad Thai! ramen-ified. Verdict: does not really taste like Pad Thai and is lacking the vibrancy of the actual dish, but still tasteful as is. And very very spicy. So, I went out and bought myself a few more packs.

Ramen Pad Thai

Then, on September 11th, I had another ready-to-eat bowl of noodles, this time, French version! Tagliatelles à la bolognaise. It was okay, but I’m not THAT big of a fan of tomato-y sauce things (aside from lasagna). Hm, that makes me wonder why, if I already know that I don’t like tomato sauce that much, why do I keep buying so many tomato-based sauces and food? Something is not clicking in my brain when I shop.

Tagliatelles à la bolognaise

Trying to get rid of food in my fridge

September 9th:

Rice again, except this time, I was just trying to get rid of food in my fridge, namely vegetables and eggs. (Eggs, I had way too many, but zucchini, I was scared that it would go bad soon. Veggies here don’t last long.) I fried zucchini and an egg. And I might have also put soy sauce in the dish. Then, I mashed the egg and mixed everything together. Simple, but delicious!

Frying an egg

Rice with zucchini and egg

Later that day, I still needed to get rid of more zucchini (I need to learn to control my food shopping habits) as well as some yummy smoked cheese from Holland that I still hadn’t opened after receiving it almost a month ago. On a whim, I decided to slice pieces of zucchini and equally-sized pieces of cheese and put them together. The end-product: the easiest snack I’d ever created, but also the healthiest and tastiest. Score.

Chopping veggies and cheese

Zucchini & cheese

Packaged and all ready to go for school snack tomorrow!

Three Weeks In

I have just finished my third week of school here in Paris and boy am I not feeling overwhelmed that all of my classes are in French. Strange, huh? Before coming to France, people would always ask me, “But aren’t you scared?” I assumed they were implying the difficulties of adjusting to a foreign culture AND a foreign language. I always responded, “Not at all.” And really, I wasn’t scared. At all. Until just a few days before leaving, I started to worry about the fact that all of my classes would be in French. That is terrifying. But now, three weeks in and the fact that all of my classes are in French hasn’t sunk in yet. I do sometimes get lost in some of my classes, namely any class that has to do with history, but really, I don’t feel any the difference between the courses here, taught all in French, and the courses back at home. Yes, the language barrier definitely makes things more difficult to understand, but besides that, I feel fine.

So, what classes am I actually taking? In my last post about school, I said that I needed to drop some courses. Well, I finally did. I dropped Writers and Paris and a class on art from 1848-1914. The Writers and Paris course sounded very interesting (although I did find the first day of class to be a bit dull). It’s more interesting in theory than in practice. But what did it for me was the timing. It was my only class on Monday and I wasn’t too fond of how it took up my whole afternoon, from my lunchtime until babysitting time. The location was convenient, but I had already taken a 2-week intensive French course there two weeks prior and I just did not feel like returning. Fortunately, the professor told me that he would be offering the same course again next semester. So if all goes well, I might be able to take this course again!

As for the art history course, it was offered at two inconvenient times: the CM (lecture class) at 8:30AM on Fridays (meaning, wake up at 6:30AM) and the TD (discussion class) at 1PM on Wednesdays, giving me only one hour to commute from my course on Wednesday mornings (where we always go on field trips and end up in locations that I am not familiar with, especially not to get onto the metro and to class on time). I still love the topics for this course, but in the discussion class, one of the assignments was to read a (French) novel and write a paper on how it influenced the art of this period. I am not ready for that. Even in English, that’s difficult. But in French? Maybe if I was taking very few classes and if I had a better command of the French language. Also, everyone in the class speaks French natively so there are no provisions really to help me, a foreigner, overcome the language barrier to comprehend the lessons and successfully complete the assignments.

My other courses (that I have not dropped) are as follows:

  • Ecrit 2 – a level 2 writing class, heavily focusing on grammar and, well, of course, writing. A very basic, straightforward, and easy class. Also, unchallenging. But being the optimist that I am, I shall say, unchallenging so far. (This is a French class for foreign language learners.)
  • Oral 2 – a level 2 speaking class, with emphasis on not only speaking, but also listening comprehension. This class I find perfectly suited to my speaking and hearing level. I think this class is the most useful and helpful. (This is a French class for foreign language learners.)
  • Civilisation française – a course on French history, culture, and government. Very broad, but necessary for my major! (This is a French class for foreign language learners.)
  • History of Paris – a course on, well, the history of Paris. I really enjoy this class because the professor is very nice and super quirky. I also learn a lot, but how much of that information do I retain? I’m not sure… We go on field trips every week. J’aime bien! (This is a French class with my MICEFA, my exchange program, so all the students are from North America, aka aside from with the professor, we all speak in English to each other…)
  • Art of the 17th century in Europe: an art history course focusing on European art from this time period. It is in the same style (CM & TD) as the other art history course I talked about before. For this course, I understand about 70% of what the professor says, but I have the tendency to zone out or lose my track of comprehension. Therefore, I record all the lectures and discussion courses. (This is my one and only course with native French speakers. Basically, I am dropping in on their regimented course of study.)

And that’s it for my courses. I have a four-day schedule, with one class on Tuesday morning, one on Wednesday morning, two from Thursday morning until afternoon, and two on Friday morning. Back in NYC, I would never start class before 11AM because I did not want to wake up any earlier than 7:30AM and because I wanted to avoid morning rush hour in the subway. (It takes me a long time to commute in NYC.) Here though, I don’t mind morning classes because (1) I wake up at 7:30AM, just 20 minutes earlier than 7:50AM, when I had to wake up for my 11AM courses in NY, and (2) I like the feeling of finishing classes in the early afternoon. I get several hours before work to eat lunch at home, rest, take a nap, or do whatever. Basically, after classes finish, my day is not over. It’s just beginning and I still have time to take things slow. As for the morning commute during rush hour, I don’t mind it at all. But more on commuting in another post. There’s more that I want to say about how my classes in regards to the way they run, talking to professors, etc, but this post is getting way too long. Instead, I’ll save that all for another post. Until then~

Registration Nightmare

CUNY students think they’ve got it bad, especially with the recent implementation of CUNYfirst. But let me tell you, that’s nothing compared to the nightmare that is French university registration.

My roommate Cali registered at Paris 8 Saint Denis very easily. She basically looked at a bulletin board that had all the course listings, jotted down their times, then stood on a short line to sign her name on some sheets of paper under the courses that she wanted. Then, voilà. She was done.

I, on the other hand, had a very different experience. So, I go to Université Paris Ouest Nanterre La Défense, or better known as simply Nanterre or Paris 10. Registration was just last week for me, one week before la rentrée (the return to/the first week of school). ONE WEEK. That’s crazy. Back in America, we register several months before the semester begins. But, I accept that different system here. Just one more obstacle to make me more resilient and to improve my French.

FETE (Français pour les étudiants étrangèrs):

On Monday, September 23, I headed to Bâtiment L to register for the FETE courses (French for foreign students). I came at 9:40 (registration supposedly started at 9:30), but already, there was a sizable line. However, it seemed to be orderly and single-file, so, although the line was barely budging, I thought tops one hour. Nope. I didn’t get to register until 12:30. Wow. Three hours on line. I suspect that at the very front of the line, which I couldn’t see because it was around the corner of a wall, there was a huge crowd where people were cutting. I filled out a simple form for exchange students and listed the courses with the times that I wanted to take. The schedule was released online and on the bulletin board the Tuesday before. The listing of courses is the same every year and that information is already online. Therefore, I already knew when each course was being offered for the semester. Unfortunately, for MICEFA students, we are only allowed to take three courses, one in each section (Écrit – Grammar, Oral, and Civilisation/Vie Culturelle – Culture) in our level of French. MICEFA gave us an “Attestation de niveau” to let us know what level we were in. I am level B1 (or according to the Nanterre courses, level 2 out of 4 – 4 being reserved for the utmost proficient, according to MICEFA). So I planned the night before which courses I would like to take so as not to conflict with my babysitting schedule and the two courses that I signed up with MICEFA. Oh that’s another thing!

MICEFA:

A bit offtrack: MICEFA, the exchange program organization that helps me here in Paris, offers some interesting courses each semester. You are allowed to register for one course at first and after everyone who wants to has registered for a course, if there is still space, you can register for another course. Registration for these courses was very simple. You just had to go to the MICEFA office and write your name down on the sheet of paper for whichever course you wanted and you can put yourself on the waiting list to another course. I personally could not register for my class because I was registering at Nanterre, but no worries! You can send a friend to register for you. So Cali went to the office and wrote down my name, one on the Histoire de Paris (History of Paris) class and the other on the waiting list for the Écrivains et Paris (Writers and Paris) class, just as a second option if I couldn’t get into the History of Paris course. On Thursday that week, I received an email saying I was successfully registered for both courses. I decided to stay in the Écrivains course to test it out before deciding whether to drop it. But right now, I already know, I am taking way too many classes than my brain and body can handle. Anyways, back to FETE registration:

FETE (Français pour les étudiants étrangèrs):

When it was my turn to register, I walked into the office. A man took my sheet and briefly looked at it before he went to register another student. When he looked at my choices, he muttered something like, “I think this is the class.” Then, he looked at his schedule and said yup, the sections I chose for two out of three of my courses were already full. That’s crazy! He asked me why I chose these specific times and I said because I have babysitting. But he interpreted that as me being an assistant (he probably thought that I was a Teaching Assistant). I just went along with what he thought. He said hold on, ran over to register the other girl, then came back a few minutes later, jotted my name down with the courses and times that I wanted and told me his colleague would register me into those courses. He then gave me the room numbers for the courses, told me that class begins next week, and then handed me a sheet for my administrative registration (the course registration being “pedagogique”). Done. Not even two minutes.

ART HISTORY:

Afterwards, I went to the Art History department to see if I could register for courses there. MICEFA told us to look in the hallways on the bulletin boards and online and be absolutely sure that the information isn’t in either places before asking the secretary. Last Friday, I checked the bulletin boards and saw some schedules for Licence 2 (2/3 year of the equivalent of a Bachelor’s). But on this day, those schedules were gone again. And there was nothing up for Licence 1. (I was not going to take a Licence 3 course because although that is the equivalent of third year, the French curriculum is different. I am not familiar with the system or the language so Licence 3 would be too difficult for me.) I waited outside the office because it was lunchtime, but even 30-45 minutes of waiting past the break, the secretary still hadn’t shown up. So, I called it a day and went back home.

On Wednesday, I went back to school for International Students Welcome Day. However, when I first got on campus, I went to the Art History department and waited for other students before me to finish meeting with the secretary. Then, I told him that I wanted to register for courses. It was quite simple. He asked me what level and when I told him Licence 2, he showed me the exact same schedules that had been taken down from the bulletin board… I knew which courses I wanted to take already because I looked at the course descriptions/listings on a PDF from the website. It was just a matter of finding the course in the schedule. I found the two that I wanted to take, one “Modern Art” course, European art from the 17th century, and one “Contemporary Art” course focusing on European art from 1848-1914. Finding them on the schedule was a bit complicated because they were solely listed by the codes and general category (Contemporary/Modern), which I didn’t realize were the same as the PDF of course listings until the morning of…

In France, courses are sometimes divided into CM (cours magistraux, aka lecture) and TD (travaux dirigés aka discussion). Back at Brooklyn College, this is not the case for art history classes. But here it is. I noticed the the CM of both courses were on Friday morning. Good because it didn’t conflict with the other courses I had registered for. But when I was told that there were corresponding TDs, and that the one for the Contemporary art course is only offered on Wednesdays, I panicked. My History of Paris course at MICEFA is on Wednesday. The secretary showed me four different sections of the TD, but they all conflicted with the MICEFA class. He told me that there was still one option left and that he would print out that schedule for me, but at that point, I was already starting to give up. I was thinking of which course to sacrifice: the cool, guaranteed three-credit history course, or the two-credit art history course on one of my favorite time periods that I have to take here in Paris because it won’t be offered at Brooklyn College next year, my last year. But, in the end, the last option fit perfectly, albeit a bit too perfectly. I would have exactly one hour to run from my MICEFA class in Paris to my art history course at Nanterre. This was cutting it very close. The secretary was very nice and patient the whole time, especially with my terrible French and my constantly repeating, “Je ne comprend pas.” Haha

ADMINSTRATIVE REGISTRATION:

After successfully registering, I met up with Jacqui and we went to an office to do our administrative registration. It was very simple. We handed in the sheet that we received on Monday to the office and they stamped our student cards with some diploma thing. We went to the International Office to try and get a form, but then realized that they were closed today because they were at the Welcome Day event. Duh! Well, here are some photos that we took there as souvenirs.

Jacqui modeling seductively in front of the International Office door.

Jacqui modeling seductively in front of the International Office door.

A rare candid Jacqui photo!

A rare candid Jacqui photo!

Me in the Waiting Area

Afterwards, we went to the Psychology department to try and get Jacqui registered for a course. Very difficult and confusing. Even more so than the Art History department. And finally, we went to check out the Welcome Day event, only to realize that it was not a come-and-go fair-type-of-event, but actually a sit-in-a-lecture-hall-and-listen-to-presenters-speak kind of event. And when we arrived, everything had already finished. Oops. But, before we went to the event, we noticed sheep grazing on one of the lawns on campus. Weird. I know there’s a circus behind the campus. Is this related?

Jacqui posing and blocking all of the sheep, with the shepherd staring at us from behind.

Jacqui posing and blocking all of the sheep, with the shepherd staring at us from behind.

Sheep at Nanterre

And that’s it for my registration experience so far. Soon, I’ll update you on how my first week actually went. It’s only been three days and I’m already swamped with work!

Holy cow!

September 8. Remember when I said I have zero cooking skills? Well, look what I made! Grilled basse-côte de Charolais beef with stir-fried green beans on the side. I don’t even like vegetables! Back in NY, I never ate vegetables at home. My roommate Cali did not believe me when I first said that because for the first two weeks living together, I was eating a slew of vegetables everyday. I looked vegetable-crazy! In all honesty, I was trying to be healthier, but on a shopping spree with my relatives here in Paris, my “great-grandmother” kind of cornered me into buying tons of fruits and vegetables. Not wanting to waste food and trying to turn over to a new, healthier leaf, I stuffed myself.

Feast your eyes on this beauty!

Basse-côte de CharolaisTo this day, I still think back to this magnificent creation of mine. Never having cooked before, seeing the end product was so exciting. (Hence, why I even have a category of posts dedicated to my cooking. It’s all an adventure, living abroad.) Not to brag or anything, but I even got Cali to eat this! And she NEVER eats vegetables. (Well, at the time she didn’t. Now she does every now and then. Actually, probably more than me…)

Oh, by the way, if you haven’t checked out my friend/roommate Cali’s blog, here it is: http://eportfolios.macaulay.cuny.edu/calip/

The evolution of my ramen

Watch as my ramen gets fancier.

My dinner on September 6.

Chapagetti with veggiesSeptember 7. My lunch, prepared with then-new friend, Ariel. Stir-fried broccoli, carrots, and zucchini with Chapagetti. Why so many vegetables stuffed in one bowl? Because veggies here rot so quickly. I had too many. My broccoli head was yellowing. I panicked. Didn’t know what to do. So, I stuffed them all in one meal. Yay health!

Very fancy Chapagetti

September 2nd, meal of the day

A fancy schmancy salad consisting of lettuce (laitue), knacks d’Alsace, shredded carrots, and melted brie cheese. Oh là là.

Fancy salad

And here is a variation of the salad (no carrots or brie, but with a brioche roll and Belin Chipsters) that I had for lunch the next day. I felt so proud of myself for bringing a homemade lunch to class! I’d already settled myself in Paris.

Fancy salad v.2