Announcement: I will be studying abroad next fall!

The deed is done. I will be studying abroad in Grenoble this fall. 

I have submitted the registration documents. I have called via calling card to paid via credit card. I have received my acceptance letter.

Funny story… (isn’t there always?)

Me: MOM. WHAT IF I CALL AND THEY ONLY SPEAK FRENCH? I HAVEN’T PRACTICED IN LIKE 2 YEARS. WHAT DO I DO?
Mom: that’s why you’re calling and not me!
Me: I MEAN, WE’VE BEEN EMAILING IN ENGLISH. THAT SHOULD MEAN THAT SOMEONE SPEAKS ENGLISH RIGHT? WHAT IF THEY REJECT ME BECAUSE I SUCK AT FRENCH WHILE TRYING TO PAY FOR FRENCH LESSONS?
Me: AND YOU KNOW HOW BAD MY HEARING IS.

I know, it’s very American of me to freak out like this. But I was prepared to speak broken (crumbled, shattered) French. Even if I just started spouting my credit card information.

On the phone… 
phone: you have 7 minutes
Me: IT WILL TAKE ME 10 MINUTES JUST TO ASK IF ANYONE SPEAKS ENGLISH
lady: Bonjour?
me: UH. UH. EST-KUH UH VOO PARLAY ANGLAY?

5 minutes into the conversation, my grandpa ears struggling,

It’s a pretty good feeling to finally make plans into a reality. And it was a slow process, actually.

Here are some pictures:

(c) Middleware
(c) Middleware

 

(c) TripAdvisor
(c) TripAdvisor
(c) Wikimedia I'm very curious as to what these small bubbles are.
(c) Wikimedia I’m very curious as to what these small bubbles are.

Sorry if I don’t make sense. It’s finals week(s)—thank you Michigan, for always staggering finals to encompass a weekend (do you hear the English nerd in me?)—and I don’t have anything until the 28/30. During this time, I need to carefully study 5 Shakespeare plays and create this drawing that symbolizes my experience in PCAP.

I’m getting fat, oy.

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