I’m finding that my life abroad can easily be classified into two categories: success and failure. To take the examples from my earlier entry –
- Running away from my disgruntled cleaning lady: failure.
- Having an administrator think I wasn’t a foreign exchange student: success.
Now let’s consider today, shall we?
- Translating a tour of the Marais given in French to a Japanese Sciences-Po exchange student who understood English pretty well but knew not a word of French: success.
- Emailing my parents about money during my second week abroad: failure.
- Navigating a busy French post office to get a money order and send a letter without offending anyone: success.
- Locking my key in my room and having to pay 1 euro to retrieve it: EPIC failure.
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