Alarm goes off. Snooze. Alarm goes off again. Snooze. Alarm goes off a THIRD time. Snooze. This is me in the morning. I HATE mornings, but I love morning classes. Continue reading “Back to the Routine”
If we were having coffee I would probably make an iced mocha, since the heat can be somewhat unbearable here in France. I would ask what you would like, make your drink and sit down (probably with an assortment of cookies because that’s what my mom taught me to do while having coffee with people. It is a social event). Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee (La rentrée est là)”
Two Years Ago
An article I wrote in the midst of my anger.
“No child left behind, that’s the American scheme” raps Macklemore in Ten Thousand Hours, words that to me, resonated as I drove by the high school I graduated from.
Continue reading “No Child Left Behind… But I Was: Building My Own Dream”
“You must just be so ecstatic about going to France, you are going to have so much fun, you are going to drink so much wine and eat lots of baguettes, cheese and chocolate. Don’t forget about us here in the U.S.”