Stuck up?

It's been awhile, let's recap...Tuesday I was hoping to be served cocktails to celebrate the end of an awesome semester in my art class. Instead, I was handed my test back and got a 12/20. Happy end of the semester to me! I was pretty angry that I only got a 12. When I was finished with my exam I was so confident I nailed it but turns out I was wrong. I think the professor was really, really, picky on our responses to the essay questions. The one question that asked to decribe and explain the painting and then analyze the color that I answered, apparently I messed up really bad because I forgot to talk about the brush strokes. (That's what the professor wrote on my paper) I wanted to go up to her and say, well you didn't ask us to describe the brush strokes, it said to describe the use of color. It was just really stupid. However, the professor did say that my grade was fine because I participated a lot in class, which is good I guess.

I didn't have class on Wednesday so I took Amber to Musee d'Orsay. She told me that she had never been there before and I was shocked. I told her that she has to go at least once before she leaves. I have developed a problem with not being on time. I was like 15 minutes late to the museum. I did wake up with a really bad headache so I slept a little longer than I intended to. I think Amber was a little angry that I was late and she had to pay for a ticket because the museum won't let us in for free with our student ID's because it says we're American on them. Only students from the EU get in for free. I however, get in for free because I'm in an art class. There weren't very many people at the museum, which was nice, but since it is under construction and the majority of the paintings are crammed on one floor, it's a little hard to move around at times. I showed Amber a lot of paintings that I knew a lot of information about and she seemed pretty interested. I could spend all day at the museum but Amber needed to leave for class so we did.

That night we all had tickets to this musical called La Vie Parisienne at this theatre called Theatre Antoine. I wore my purple sweater dress, black tights, and my new shoes. I left the apartment and headed to the metro. I got off at Montparnasse to transfer trains when everything started going down hill. I got off the train and walked down the stairs...there was this guy walking in front of me. When I got down the stairs and started heading to the moving sidewalk he turned around and started following me. I don't even know how he saw me. He must have done a 360 or something because I saw him start to walk in the other direction. So he comes up to me and is like oh bon soir (which means good evening) I told him good evening and he was like oh where are you going? I didn't answer him because I don't know this guy, why should I answer him? I decided not to go on the moving sidewalk thinking he wouldn't follow me, but he did. And then he preceeded to walk right next to me. He was like oh, you're so sexy, blah blah blah....and then he's like where are you from? I didn't answer him, I just told him in French that I didn't understand what he was saying, in reality I knew exactly what he was saying. He just kept on asking and asking. Are you American? Russian? French? Swiss? German? Italian? The guy knew his geography, I have to give that to him. Then he goes, African? (he was black) and I looked at him and go, yes I'm African. He was like really? and I just laughed and said no. He was like oh why don't you come with me? At that point I had just had it and stopped looking at him. I tried walking faster but he just kept followig me. I really couldn't walk that fast because of my shoes. He ended up getting on the train before me...thank god.

I made it to the theatre without any more problems and ended up being pretty early. I met Dr. Costello outside and talked to him a bit before I went inside to find my seat. The theatre, which was built in 1888, was gorgeous! It has 4 levels (the floor and 3 balconys). We were sitting on the 3rd balcony. Amber showed up after getting lost and I told her about what happened in the metro with the creeper. She didn't understand why I had a problem with it. She goes, "well maybe if you weren't so stuck up, you wouldn't feel the same." I really didn't know what to say....why does me not wanting to talk to this guy make me stuck up? Am I stuck up? I don't think I am. I just left it at that and then the show started. The show was really good. I liked the music a lot, and instead of an orchestra, the actors played the instruments. It was cool. It was in French, obviously, so at times it was a little hard for me to understand. I did get the main points though. I think it was a group of people practicing a play, so it was like a play within a play about life in Paris...oh and it was a musical. It was really good and funny. We all left the theatre and headed to the metro because it was almost 11. I got back around 11:45 without any problems. My feet were killing me so it was the longest walk back from the metro ever! Plus it was really cold.

Today was my last literature class for the semester. The class has actually gotten a lot better so I think I should be fine next semester. Plus, I did really good in the class so I really don't see it being a problem at all. After class I walked with Jordan (the only guy in our program) to the metro. We really don't talk that much but he's pretty cool. I felt kind of bad though because we were talking about the play and I had to get off at the next stop so I kinda cut him off. Sorry, Jordan! Renee went to the theatre tonight with her friend so I made dinner for myself. I'm really tired of eating the same things. I haven't seen Renee since Wednesday afternoon, which is weird. I probably won't see her tonight. I have no idea what time her play will be over and I plan on going to bed early because I have my last 9am class tomorrow...YAY!!!

a bientot