After a whirlwind ten days split between traveling the Netherlands and Morocco, getting back into my classes proved to be more difficult than I had expected.
When I walked into class on Wednesday, flaunting a few new freckles and a henna tattoo, I was feeling pretty damn good about myself. Then the professor started passing out the midterm exam, which I thought wasn't for another week.
Luckily, based on the reactions of several other students, I wasn't the only one who was entirely unprepared.
As someone who takes her studies seriously, I had to kick myself for slipping up, especially since French courses rely heavily on very few graded assignments and exams, but since I had been doing so much traveling, and I was prepping for a trip to Ireland the following day, I can see where I might have missed it.
When it comes down to it, I'm glad I forgot about the test, because I would have otherwise spent time worrying about studying while I was exploring during Easter break.
It's hard to believe how fast time has gone since I moved to Paris at the beginning of February. In less than two weeks, I will be attempting to pack all of my relics and clothes into my suitcase, and I'll be headed back to Iowa.