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Just had an epic failure trying to go to my SUAPS (intramural) footie pickup game. (Footie = soccer, please try to keep up with how european I am. Sorry I know it's hard). I had lost the sheet telling me where it was (surprising), so I looked it up online. The University website directed me to some random aerodome place (i.e. small airport). When I got there an hour later, cleats dangling innocently from my backpack, SURPRISE there was no field.  I asked directions from some nice garcons and they told me to go 50 minutes in the other direction. They also told me the word I used for field actually means "cow pasture" and not "soccer field" (classic example of how french people have far too many words)
"Can you run?"
"Non"
"You will be en retard" (they were not calling me a retard. en retard means late.)

Soooo i reboarded bus 72 for the scenic hour long trip back to my apartment. lovely voyage !! i am seeing so much of the french countryside and the highway system. lesson learned: do not trust information from the university because they are purposefully trying to screw you over.  i heard from some university students that we should check the boards next to our departments because sometimes they will randomly change the time of a class for no reason other than they are trying to confuse you and make you want to drop out so that the prof will not have to deal with an 800 person class.


MERCI BEAUCOUP. in reality though i am not that sad because the kid I talked to knew about IES and came to the conversation club all last year. This was our parting conversation it went great

"ajadlkcjlakejalkjglkjac" this is him asking for my name in a very fast and complicated way.
"Uhhh.. it's called the conversation club"
"No, I asked you what your name is."
"Oh oui. Moi, c'est emma" (translation: Me, it is Emma) superbe. making friends all around, especially with those who enjoy people who speak like Tarzan.


stay tuned !!!!! i will do many more awkward and embarrassing things before I leave, je suis certaine