Of course they don't do pizza in Paris

Yesterday I basically woke up, studied, and went to school to go to my last Sociology class and take my last serious final. I got really annoyed at my Soc teacher over his grading...not that big of a deal in the long run but it was really frustrating and I thought I deserved a better grade in the class considering I did so well on the final and he changed the grading system at the last minute.

But thankfully my last final went well.  We had to memorize 3 minute long answers to 3 different questions, with questions from the prof after. Very intimidating.

This afternoon, Anne and I met for lunch. We were trying to go to a restaurant I'd read about. We got to the address...and it was basically just an apartment building. We were so confused. There was nothing like it nearby. I thought maybe I'd remembered the address wrong, but when I went back to check it later, I was right. Wtf. We were disappointed, but ended up having a standard French lunch at a cafe. Nothing wrong with that.

Then I took my last final, which was also just oral. I had to talk to my prof about Freaks and Geeks and my plans for vacation and stuff. Totally easy.

Tonight was a soiree hosted by NYU to celebrate the end of our Adv Convo class. We had worked on short films all semester, in English and French, with French students. Despite the frustration of trying to get all the technical details right, the finished products were pretty cute. We watched all of them, and then after there was cider (which was pretty shitty) and awesome hors d'oeuvres. When we saw the boxes, I predicted that there would be pizza, but of COURSE they don't do that in Paris. Instead it was artful meats, cheese, veggies, and fish, and tons of pastries. It was beautifully arranged and so French. NYU in NY would never do anything like that.