People keep asking me if I'm ready to go to Paris, telling me they're jealous and that this will be the best experience of my life, etc. etc. Honestly? I feel like a bump on a log.
What have I done to prepare so far, considering the Big Day is 20 days away? Well, I read the entire A section of The Philadelphia Inquirer every day. If I'm not shopping with my mom, I run on the treadmill. My preferred shower time is 1 p.m. I really like watching "The West Wing" and "Band of Brothers" on DVD with my Dad. I may drive down to Ryan's after dinner. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I am tutoring a neighbor in French, so there's my one feeble attempt at preparing myself linguistically for the semester. I keep telling myself I'm going to start reading the French news sites I did last semester for my French press class. Right.
My mom's already gotten teary in my presence twice. No matter how many times I say "I'll be fine," it doesn't mean she is.
On a happy note, I got some euro for Christmas from my godmother, and my Pop Pop gave me some euro coins from my grandparents' last trip to Europe. All I have to say to the EU is THANK YOU. You print coins with the number value on them so I don't have to memorize which historical/cultural figure goes with which amount of currency like the good old U.S. of A. Merci beaucoup.
Ok, happy time's over. I'm going to get my International Student Identity Card today hopefully, I don't have a cell phone plan yet, I need more euro to survive my first few days, my banking situation is still nonexistent, I don't know what I'm packing, and I need a new laptop.
I'm going to Paris in 20 days. I'll let you know when the freak-out truly commences.
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