Back in Paris. 4 weeks left.

I've been back in Paris for about a week and a half. After my trip to Amsterdam I'm finding it more and more difficult to appreciate Paris. I have began and finished my first week of classes at the Intermediate 2 level. With a professor I can't stand. My cynicism is growing profoundly stronger each hour I pass with this woman. Apparently, it is completely in the French fashion to treat 21 year old students like 2nd graders. I don't appreciate, understand, or accept this fact.

On the other side of things my host mother Annick, who I have grown to adore, has decided to take my learning of the French language into her own hands. As a fluent French and English speaker she is helpful, all be it frustrating. We are now implementing French only dinner times. And I've come to realize that one of the only things I can say here with full and utter confidence are "Bonjour," "Merci", and "Je vais prendre ma douche." The latter meaning "I'm going to take my shower." These have proven to be completely useful statements.

Although I feel really down and out about French right now due to my morning professor I will admit that my two afternoon professors are amazing. With them I feel as if I'm learning French and like I'm not completely useless at it. It's nice to have someone competent as a professor here. I kind of wish I had my teacher from last semester at least he treated us all as adults and was organized.

Whenever I get to fed up with France I just try to remember that my time here is over half way over. I have 3 weeks left of classes and trying to cram the left over sightseeing in. I have one week in Rome with my best friend. And a few days back in Paris, until I board the plane back to Michigan. For the mean time I will enjoy these gorgeous sunsets, picnics and days spent in from of the Eiffel Tower. Mais, Michigan, je te manque.