So after we
got back from the weekend trip, not very well rested or prepared like we
normally try to be before large end of term exams (but then, when do things
work out like we intend them to?). We’d been able to do some studying Sunday
night for architecture, however a good portion of it turned out to be in vain,
as the professor decided to use examples that were not part of the main visits
or facets that we’d focused on in our studies. I don’t know why we thought it
would be any different for the final exam, the same phenomenon occurred with
all of his quizzes. Maybe we were just being hopeful. He’s a good teacher and
really enjoys his subject but sometimes his delivery or manner of measuring
what we knew was a bit different than we were used to from our American
education programs. It was the same sort of issue with our Impressionism class.
We had a
major test or project due every day that week. Tuesday was the presentation for
Français Orale 303 on a
subject within the Garden of Luxembourg (another place I would highly recommend
for anyone who’s thinking of going to Paris anytime soon.) Jeremy was
spectacular and when he finished, Valerie suggested a possible future career
within museums giving tours to French tourists. Wednesday, we had our test in Français
Ecrit 304, which we got back Thursday. Solid A’s for us all, so that was a nice
way to end class. On Thursday, we had our Impressionism exam and I really have
no idea what that’s going to come back as. I feel like I did good work, but we
also have a habit in that class (all of us, not just me) of misunderstanding
certain nuances in her directions or interpreting them differently. She has a
very specific idea of what she wants us to talk about for certain pieces and if
we differ than it’s usually much more difficult to score high with her. We remedied our trauma with aperos at our favorite bar.
The rest of
the week we tried to make our rounds and say goodbye to the places we’d become
fond of in our time spent there. We went back to Rachael’s Thai place in her
arrondissement, the bar right around the other corner from school, the
Portuguese place also in Rachael’s corner of Paris, and the galette place with
the yummy crepe lunch deal in Saint Michel.
We weren’t
able to go out so much aside from meals because of the need to study for exams
and pack everything up, but we had Friday to take care of any last minute
necessities. Thursday night, while I was packing up my big bag, I discovered
that the wooden decorative lizard I bought at the Champs-Elysees Christmas
market a while back was not going to fit in my suitcase, unless I chose to
broke it. So I decided to see what I could do to ship it. That was a special
foray to the post office and the land of packing. Pretty much, I was told that
I needed to wrap that sucker up well in bubble wrap and then they could help
me. So I did that with a healthy quantity of tape, and it is now in the French
mail system, hopefully making its way to my house without much incident. That
adventure took most of the morning. From there, I met Rachael at school so we
could print out our boarding passes. The room we’d been planning on sneaking
into to print from had students in it so we asked down at the front desk, and
the lady was kind enough to give us her email so we could send her our passes
and she could print them when she got off her shift in 20 minutes. So we hung
around and printed them and expressed heaps of gratitude. She was a very nice
lady and I’m glad we left Reid Hall on a good note. Then we went to eat lunch
(at the galette place) with the other Katie and Robyn. That was a bit of a
special moment because the credit on our French phones had run out so we didn’t
have a way of contacting each other once we were out and about. By chance
everyone made it to the restaurant at around the same time and we had a
deliciously huge meal. Afterwards we went to the Christmas market again, to
pick up those last stray gifts. Took care of that for the most part, although
there were disappointments for both of us at a few opportunities missed. Then
Katie and I went back with Rachael to help her pack. Katie left for dinner with
Diala and Rachael and I lugged her suitcases back to my house, where for our
last dinner, we made soup her mom had sent us and manged some croissants. Then
we went back to the metro, Rachael to go home and me to meet Robyn so I could
help her with her suitcases to my house, so we could all take the taxi together
bright and early in the morning. That was an interesting experience. Both of
them ended up having to buy an extra suitcase to accommodate all the presents
and random items purchased throughout the semester.
Friday
night I stayed up late again, organizing my carry-on bag and writing out a
Christmas card to my lady with the little gift I’d picked her up—a little
candle shade with a winter scene and a happy snowman painted on the sides. In
French, a snowman is called a “bonhomme de neige” which literally translates to
good man of the snow. We all woke up early and fought with bags. It was an interesting experience getting my large suitcase down the wooden tight spiral steps from my room to the main level. But no damage done to anything, so I consider it a grand success. The taxi arrived at 8 promptly, Rachael and Robyn arrived shortly after and with a few helping hands, we had all of our bags settled and ready to go. My lady had been so wonderful as to completely arrange and pay for the taxi and we had a moment as I was preparing to leave. She said that it had been a delight having me and that I was welcome back any time. And then that I was a beautiful person. And I nearly cried and thanked her a lot and we all piled in and were off.
We ended up
walking directly onto our flight, which was surprisingly smooth despite the
length of time we were in the air. The food was decent and we were able to
occupy ourselves with movies and sleep a little. There was a moment where I
really started to feel sick, but luckily Rachael had some Dramamine on her. By
hour 5, it was starting to feel pretty surreal, like we hadn’t been on as long
as we had but also like time had stopped moving.
We had to
go back through customs and security which meant we had to grab our large bags
again. That was difficult, with Rachael’s extra bag and our own cumbersome
purses and carry-ons. At this moment, we parted ways, Rachael rushing through
to catch her connecting flight to Charlotte. Katie and I eventually found each
other again at the gate for Richmond and hung out, while Rachael got to sit on
her plane for two hours, waiting for it to take off. So the final leg is up and
we are almost home! We’re all pretty excited to see our people again and to be
back in the United States.
Au revoir
Paris and hello America!