Hump Day

Ah Humpday, you really always are my favorite.

Today started out a little rough in that i was 30 minutes late for our site visit for studio because I out of habit got on the metro to go to school instead of where I needed to go… (shocking). Then, which is humorous since this is the reason it is our project for the semester, I walked right past the museum I was supposed to be going to. (It has a poor street presence.)

Musee d'art et d'histoire du JudaismeWhen I finally got there, our class was being taken on tour of the museum and explained what we were going to be designing.  Since I could understand 45% of what he was saying, I think my project is going to turn out really great!

One cool thing about this project, or at least interesting to me, is that we will be doing our studio time at the museum for the first half of it.  School here in Paris is a little different than in the states in that, where we have studio from 1-5, three times a week, here I have it once, from 9-12 on Wednesdays, so I am very interested to see how that plays out.  Along those same lines, all our extra curriculars also have only one, somewhat longer than home, block a week.

Afterwards, two of the exchange students in my class and I went to get coffee at a great little cafe.  Thus far, it has been my favorite, and my lanta the coffee was fabulous.

Strada Cafe

After coffee, and some casual chit chat and explanations of sororities to Charlotta, who is from Sweden, I went home and had some leisure time (to get over this stupid fall illness that is following me around— I bought hand sanitizer for the first time in my life). I have French class with all the 27 (?) exchange students on Monday/Wednesday so I had to return to school at 5:30 for some casual French Banter.  In a room full of 20 people, I was the only American, and the conversation turned to how American tourists love McDonalds and Starbucks when they are visiting France.

<<Did you know the McDonald’s on the l’avenue des Champs-Élysées brings in the MOST revenue a year. >> 


I will say though, they sell croissants and macaroons at the McDonald’s here….so it’s kind of cheating.

During French class, my friend Jamie, who is an Urban Planning student at DAAP and studying at ESA, texted me asking if I wanted to join her and the other gals from DAAP at a Head and the Heart concert.


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The concert was AMAZING and definitely made me happy to be where I was.  A good live concert always gets my brain thinking in the right direction.



Hump Day

2 Weeks In

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Today was my first day of classes here at ENsad, or as I found out the locals call it “Art Deco.”
It also happens to stand as my 2-week mark here in the land of love. I haven’t blogged since the first day I arrived and I think it’s because I have had so many emotions flying around like baguette-swords in a face-off between two petit Parisians. (Did you follow that……?) Paris is an amazingly beautiful place, where perhaps the old French women are NOT as nice as I would like them to be…. but the croissants are MORE plentiful than I even imagined (AND AMAZING.) Generally speaking, I am a person who thrives off of others energy; I need plenty of attention and I love strangers, but I was plopped down in a place for a full ten days before school started where I was by myself 87 percent of the time, and whereas I can speak to almost anyone in the States, I become so non-characteristically nervous to parler with people in France. It’s been a treacherous journey, and I can’t even explain how frustrated I become when I don’t know ANYTHING, and even more so when I can’t speak my way out of the problems I find myself in. The other day I found myself in a restroom where the doors had ambiguous photos on the doors and I couldn’t dare say which one belonged to which sex- I felt like Spongebob in his sojourn out of Bikini Bottom (judge me)… waiting for someone to come out so I could tell where I belong. I am only just beginning to feel like I have ANY idea where the hell I am, or what I am supposed to be doing…. so here’s to the next 4 months, and to my waistline with the amount of cheese I have inhaled.


La mode

I woke up with every intention of finding a French phone today (since I have beaucoup friends who want to get in contact with me…) I looked up where to go and kind of thought I knew where I was going… which if you are reading this, you have probably been lost with me before…The humor in this all is that without a phone to get directions I’m like a wandering pup with it’s tongue swaying in the wind. That being said: I did not find the phone place.
I did find myself in between Chanel and Harry Winston. I swear I didn’t plan this.
There are a couple of things thus far that I find puzzling;
-the street names are in French on the buildings and hard for my American eyes to find
-the Canadian embassy is the only embassy on the same street as Dior, Fendi, and YSL. How did that happen.



La mode


Day 1.
My flight landed at 9 am and I am finally where I need to be at 2:15. I’m not even really sure how I got here besides a miracle or some sort of otherly being. I’ve been totting along 2 suitcases and a “weekend bag” which you may recall, I broke yesterday. You can imagine that I may have some bit of a handicap so I was more than an hour late to where I was supposed to meet Pedro, and my phone doesn’t work so I sat down outside the train and honesty wanted I cry because my hands were so callused and I had no clue where the heck I was going. But, I got up and somehow ran in to two extremely friendly police women who helped me find wifi, which got me to the text from Pedro with where I should go.
I’m thankful, and tired.

Avec l’amour




Here marks the day that I make my trek to Paris to gain the ranks of thousands of over zealous college students as a “study abroad” kid.

As my head is literally in the clouds I can’t help but hone in on how I got here; I can assure you that it has been quite the journey. 4 score and 9 years ago I started taking French at Ursuline Academy where my only real recollection is of a story I made up about a cat and dog that had a bébé. I continued on to study at the University of South Carolina (go cocks!) for international business…But figured out…. After two years…. That accounting/finance/whatever you business majors do ( ❤ ) isn't my ish! So, as any self respecting 20 year old would do- I transferred to DAAP to do interior design. Still trying to figure that switch out myself but hey, it works.

So as it were, I'm en route the city of lights where I will be an exchange student at this dubious place
I’ll be there until I seduce at least one professor— or until January 30th for school. The plan is to trick someone there to hire me for the next semester of co-op, but who knows what’s ahead of me… One thing I can promise is that it’s going to be messy and hot. Just like me on leg one of my journey when my carry-on broke all its straps and I had to pretend I was creative (!) and use some belts to re-do it…. Paris chic y’all.

Follow me on my journey, paix et amour!