Monday, October 1st
My school is in a completely different location than my
parents and I thought it was! Google was
way off on the address/map. Instead of being
a 15 minute walk from the station, it is about a 3 minute walk! (I sure got lucky for the year; some students have 15 minute jogs to school from the end of a line...) It did take me about 30 minutes to officially
find the school, but I had allotted a lot of extra time so I wouldn’t be late.
Throughout the day, I met the 6/7 English teachers working
there and stood in front of 6 classes, a total of 5 hours, and answered
questions about America and myself. It
was EXHAUSTING. All the teachers seem
nice, but a little frazzled by my arrival, as most didn’t know I was coming at
all.
I was at the school for a total of 8 hours on Monday,
between going to classes, meeting people, and getting to sit for a few
minutes. Then, I rushed off to my NYU
class… I had enough time to print my
documents to turn in and have a small snack.
Then it was time for 2.5 hours of class, including my first presentation
of the week.
To say the least, I was exhausted when I got home…
Tuesday, October 2nd
Tuesday was much the same as Monday as far as work
went. I went to five more hours of
class… The teachers are working on
creating a schedule for me, but it is taking some time. I was told I didn’t need to come in until
next week on Monday!
After a 7 hours at the high school, off I went to my
class. I gave my presentation on Danton, a film about the French
revolution. It seemed to go pretty well,
but I do get a little leeway as I did volunteer to do the first presentation
when no one wanted to do it.
Then it was off to Photography Club! I will always be arriving at least 30 minutes
late because of my Tuesday class, but that shouldn’t be a problem. For about the first hour of the meeting, I
was pretty sure I was in the wrong place – this was by far not a club for
me. Turns out, it might be amazing. I am one of the few people who hasn’t taken
photography classes, but that isn’t a requirement. We’re going to hopefully pick a theme (I’m
hoping “Paris inspired by literature” or something like that) and all work on
the theme this semester and have an exhibit in December. Last week, we had a homework assignment; we
had to turn in a photo that answered the question, “What do you see in the
mirror?” – from my photo, the professor was positive I’d had photography
lessons!
I got back to my place late again and completely tuckered
out!
Wednesday, October 3rd
I went to my TAPIF orientation with one of my NYU
classmates. It was mostly pointless, as
expected. Luckily we didn’t have to stay
for the whole thing because it conflicted with our NYU classes. We actually headed out a smidgeon early so we
could have a decent lunch before class.
Class went pretty well, it’s hard to tell with the
professor. A lot of the expectations
still seem pretty jumbled, but everyone is confused a bit – we’re working
together to keep everything straight.
After class, I stuck around NYU and watched the first half of the film
for class next week. Yes I said half –
only the first 115 minutes of the silent film about Napoleon…
I finished off the day with having dinner with Uncle Scot
and Luan one last time before they were heading off! We had a pleasant evening, but once again, I
was exhausted!
Thursday, October 4th
Nothing seemed to go right on Thursday.
-
I went to NYU early to watch the second 2 hours
of Napoleon, but people had taken
both copies the night before and therefore I could not watch the film…
-
I checked my email around 10am, and found out
that the high school needed me at 12:30…
and fully expected me to be there.
I could not stay at NYU and wait for the film to arrive and watch it as soon as
it got there.
-
Going to the one 1hr class at the high school took 3
hours out of my day… Three hours that
were intended for homework and studying.
-
At work, they wanted to come in on Friday
too… I gave them the impression that I
am unavailable on Fridays (when I first met them) because of school trips
(which are on Fridays) and other school obligations (like watching the film for
my film class and meetings). This
particular Friday is a school trip… I
was so frustrated! Upon me saying, that
I can skip the trip the next day and come in – they insisted that I go on the
trip.
After that, things started to perk up a bit. I at least finished the hw for that day
before class and headed off to class with the rest of the graduate students,
all of us exhausted.
As it was Thursday – that meant it was my last class of the
week, which, in turn, meant that I laughed so hard I cried in class. The teacher is that fun. He was doing massively exaggerated
pronunciations to help us with the letter “R” in French. He wouldn’t so much exaggerate the sounds as
he exaggerated his mouth movements to help demonstrate what we need to do!
I got back to my place around 8! So much earlier than all week! I had a wonderful evening. How a wonderful evening consists of laundry,
pasta, and grammar is beyond me, but it was great to be home before I fell over
from being so tired!
that's how I see you, too !!
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