Good news! I talked to a professor at school and he agreed to be my research director. This is a freakin' miracle. The first guy I talk to, and he says, "Yeah! Great idea!" I couldn't believe it. Nothing is that easy in France. He even gave me some references and some ideas of his own. Plus, we sat for awhile after our "business" was done with and gabbed about the structure of the American higher education system. He's a nice professor, and I'm so glad he agreed to my pitch for an idea.
So that's great news. It means I can enroll, pay my school fees, get insurance, sign up for Arabic, and feel efficient, all within the next two weeks. The relief is incredible.
I also learned that, although nobody thought to tell us, linguistics students don't start their classes until Nov 1. Hello, extra month of vacation. I'll also refer to it as intensive, quality job-searching time.
The next step to today's happiness was running into a friend from last year whom I haven't seen since January. I've always liked him, and as a matter of fact, he was the first person I ever spoke to at the Sorbonne. Sometime last winter, I changed cell phones and lost everyone's phone number, his included. So we re-exchanged and hopefully we'll chill again sometime.
Two minutes after saying goodbye to him, I received a call from ANOTHER friend I haven't seen in forever. I explained the phone situation, and she said, "Oh God! I'm glad I called then!" We're hanging out tomorrow.
Right afterwards, I went to grab a coffee with another American suffering through France's bureaucratic mess, and shortly afterwards I went to meet Kathypath at the movies. She ended up being late, I waited around in the rain, and when she called me from a 15-minute subway ride away, the movie had already started. We scratched the movie idea, and now I'm back at home. That was a pretty shitty part of the day, because I had had to run home to pick up my movie pass and run back - all in the rain - in order to be at the theater on time, but it ended up all being in vain anyway.
Last night, The Boy finally remembered my birthday. He's stupid like that, but is attempting to redeem himself by taking me out to dinner tonight. Although it's rainy and gross and I've been hobbling around like a madwoman all day, it will be nice to spend a few hours with my man.
Good, bad, good. I'll take it.
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