It has been 3 days since the death of my blog was called (by a med student). Well, I must say I am disappointed in all the non-believers, and hoped that you would all have a little more faith in me. This post signifies the Resurrection of both my blog and of the new Sepanta.
Too much has happened in the past month to even attempt to cover here, but I'll stick with some of the larger points:
- I worked on two films, more about that later.
- I gave (and rocked) a presentation about the exportation of democracy to North Africa.
- Had a super bougie (the bougie way to say bourgeoisie) dinner at a French family's apartment where I was asked who my favorite painters are...uhhhh...
- Visited by Danielle from Prague. I think she had a good time wandering around the city by herself (sorry Danielle)
- 98713498714 other things.
Pictures of things I've done recently/in the past month:
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| International Suit-Up Day (is that the REAL BARNEY STINSON????!!!) |
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| Made the best breakfast ever. Thanks grandpa! |
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| Played some pick-up soccer with these kids. (Not really.) |
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| Played some pétanque (bocce ball) with these kids. (Really.) |
Navigated through this strike at my school.
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| Part I |
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| Part II |
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| Part III |
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| Took a super-trippy picture of the Tour Eiffel. |
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| Sat on Napoleon's couch. (Really.) (Shhh don't tell anyone.) |
Now, to talk about my own Resurrection. Well, since this me never existed it's more of a "Surrection" but who cares about words?
I've changed more in the past month than over the first 2 years of college, probably even more than that. I have blossomed into a young independent woman who can take care of herself. Except, a man.
I worked on those film sets for a little over 2 weeks, almost full-time, and it was an incredibly rewarding experience (not financially, though). I'd been going through some secret doubts about film and whether it was realistic/possible, but after being in the "real world" for deux semaines, I am more excited about it than I have ever been about anything in my life (including the World Cup final). Despite this amazing influx of a new sense of invigoration and enthusiasm for life, I eventually had to wake up and go back to the world of school and giving (and rocking) presentations on the exportation of democracy to North Africa. Which leaves me here, incredibly frustrated. I feel like a little kid in a 2-hour car ride.
Are we there yet?
