Where have I been? Where haven’t I been?
During the last few weeks I have sat 12 exams, handed in 1 piece of coursework, enjoyed a nice cold beer in the sun, discovered fabulous shops as well as my latest tv series addictions: Hannibal and Vikings.
Oh, I also got my hideous dry hair cut into a glorious carré thanks to the best mother-in-law one could ever wish for.
After being covered in shaving foam and 34 pages of History of International relations later, I am sat in my kitchen wearing my boyfriend’s clothes (and underwear), watching doctor who and drawing on military history maps.
Sim, oh you.
Today it’s Liberation Day in Italy, and everyone back home is enjoying the sun whilst lying on the grass and eating BBQ ribs.
What have I been doing? I’ve been attending the most boring lectures in human history, and I am currently dying of physical pain. BUT, I did lay my eyes upon this view on my way home, which makes everything better.
Morning world, today I am feeling particularly hipstery, so here’s a picture of my breakfast.
In order to respect my schedule, I have 30min to get ready to go out and hand in a couple of CVs -speaking of which, the layout of French CVs baffles me-, knock out Macroeconomics and have a good shouting session at my British university as their online system won’t let me select my optional module for next year.
Exam timetable for next week:
These guys here are however the easiest of the bunch. Back in the UK, we’d normally have around 5 final exams MAX, but the Frenchies just love to complicate their lives, which makes that we have in fact, 11.
The upcoming boys include:
May 06: Macro-economics and International Relations -yep, two on the same day-
May 07: Public/Private law
May 17: International law
AKA
Studying Langues etrangères appliquées is good for you.
I bid you a good night.
holiday /ˈhɒlɪˌdeɪ -dɪ/n
These Easter holidays seem to have very little to do with the actual definition of a holiday. My ‘me-time’ started off with the sighting of a mouse in my flat, followed by a major OCD-style cleaning which basically entailed covering the whole house in bleach. Now that Frizzie -yes, I gave the mouse a name- has gone out of my life, I have 50 odd pages of public and private law to memorise and a whole variety of paperwork to sort out.
As I was insatiably jealous of my friends, whom are either touring Europe or enjoying the unusually wonderful Alsatian weather, I decided to take a break and grab a coffee with my special one. You’d think I would use such time to chill out and be all cheesy with my man, but I instead spent it discussing the Arab domination back in the middle ages and brainstorming the business plan of a possible start-up.
Straight from my ‘old but gold’ archive, the ever-so-flabbergasting Rowan Atkinson in one of his most glorious roles: Edmund Blackadder. Don’t you now dare to say I merely blog for my own pleasure and do not provide you with splendid contents from the world wide web.
You might ask yourself where I’ve been in the last few weeks (or not), to which my answer would be: Where haven’t I been?
Good day to you!
#Lafilleduchatnoir goes to Switzerland
Last week me and the ladies ventured to Switzerland’s German canton, and discovered the beauties - and ridiculous prices - of this country.
Details will come after I’m done revising for my translation exam, however you can admire (starting from the top left): Basel’s city hall, pretty Easter decorations, a random pretty building, the ‘Welcome to Switzerland’ sign, funky easter eggs we found in a supermarket and, last but not least, Basel’s railway station.
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Bordeaux Cathedral, France(by Boccalupo)
