Grenoble... currently and yesterday.

Wednesday
I'm now going to write several blog posts... in class. If I'm not in Economic Environment of the EU or a class that is demanding participation from me, I'm probably doing something on the Internet. Speaking of classes, I'm such a loser. I haven't read more than a couple chapters in the only class that is interesting, and I've only skimmed two of five articles for my Innovation class. I've determined that Europe is making a slug of me, nothing seems to matter and no one seems to care if I don't do my homework or read what I'm supposed to. I actually really miss having assignments, doing projects, going to meetings, and doing fancy GLS stuff. It keeps me busy, gives me a sense of pride, and it's really fun to walk around UT looking super important in business chic.

I'm seriously taking tonight to catch up on school reading and skipping a party with business school kids. I just need a little more structure right now and more of a purpose. It also does not help that it is seriously impossible to do homework in my apartment. With two other girls and usually a couple guests over, I feel like a dork whenever I want to do homework or read. Speaking of reading, I started Water for Elephants, which has currently completed sucked me into the world of a traveling circus in the 1930s. It's brilliant, and I can't wait to read more.

Tuesday
Yesterday, I had French class, which I'm really behind in, from 4 to 8. Terrible time to have any class especially one that is language learning? YES. But, when I got home around 8:30, Kate was in my apartment cooking a fabulous dinner of parmesan chicken, pasta, sauce, bread, salad, and hummus. We eventually had about 6 people over to have a community dinner of 10 including Anna, Carrie, Sidnie, Kate, Maria, Maria's friend who is studying in England, Will, Patrick, Aaron, and myself. Dinner wasn't ready until around 10 due to some difficulties and the fact the Kate also had class till 8, so everyone was super tired when, at midnight, we finished off Maria's chocolate/coconut tarte she so graciously baked for us.

This was our Valentine's Day dinner for ourselves since most of us have significant others that are, obviously, unable to spend the day in Grenoble. I was the only super lucky one who had just seen her boyfriend/girlfriend over last weekend. During the dinner, we even dressed up, girls in dresses and skirts, and the guys wore button-ups and ties. We looked good! I only wish it hadn't been so late, that Italian wasn't so freaking messy, and that it wasn't right after 4 hours of class.

Talk soon. Au revoir.