As somewhere I go presque everyday, I feel like my first post about la Sorbonne didn’t do my experience justice. From the overcrowding to the language barrier, everyday is a new adventure strugfest…
When I’m on the metro, my anticipation building…
When I get to class and there are no seats left. “Yeah, no, not worth it.”
When we have an in-class assignment
When the professor says something to me personally
(to the prof) “Ooooh, oui…..”
(to my friend) “I literally have no idea what he just said”
When I question if attending the Sorbonne was the right decision
When the professor doesn’t show up for class 2 weeks in a row
When students talk back to the professor (because I guess that’s normal here)
By the mid-class break
When I find out something (that I probably didn’t know existed) is due that day
When I get a 10 on my commentaire composé
As Blog is My Witness 
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