Wednesday, November 16, 2011

November 16, 2011

I'm making progress in my French, I saw it tonight. This is probably a terrible example, but at dinner the grand daughter went missing for awhile. Madame asked what she was doing, and I heard very distinctly "I'm going poop!"
Is it sad that I see this as a land mark in fluency? I feel like it takes a certain amount of expertise to know a phrase so selective. But hum, this post is about to turn toward more serious matters.
I hate trying to phrase this, because i'm certain that regardless it will sound as awful as it is going to sound. I used to believe that people were put in our lives when we needed them. Maybe this semester has rekindled this belief for me just a little bit. The people I have met through this program, both students and professors, even and especially my host mom, have provided me with something i didn't have. Something i needed but maybe didn't realize I needed. I feel like I could go through and just list everyone and what they've meant to me, but I don't want to do that. That would be a summary and I'm not ready to summarize this semester, because it's not over. Nor will I ever summarize people, or life for that matter because it is constantly changing and too full for definition.
I would like to mention, however, how uncannily I connect with my Madame. Sometimes, when it's just me and her, there's a lot of silence. I know.... but i think she might like it. I hope she finds my presence calming rather than unnerving anyway. But sometimes, like tonight, we talk about freaking life. And I think I've seen a fair amount for someone of 21 years, more than my peers anyway. Sometimes it feels like a burden, and sometimes i just wish I could spend some time mindlessly watching TV. I see the lives some of my peers have led, how easy of a ride it's been, and I feel just... frustrated. Mostly because I feel foreign to everyone. And yet, this french woman who is old, who i happen to be living with, told me tonight something I needed to hear. "Some families seem to go along fine, and some seem to have always a problem." she told me. I smiled. I didn't have nearly enough french to convey how much i agreed with her, how much my family always has a problem. Or two. But then she looked at me,"But, in fact, life is never simple for anyone. People search for happiness" she said, "but it amounts to nothing. Happiness is a moment, a very small, fast moment." Looking at her, I know she is the kind of woman who looks back on these moments. Some might call this dwelling in the past, but I think it takes strength to appreciate what you have in face of what you had. And if nothing else, it is an amazing thing to be able to connect with someone of a different nationality, a different age, and have an understanding. Because we've fought the same battle, or more realistically watched someone fight the same battle. And hopefully I'll remember this and stop wishing I liked Jersey Shore.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Ireland pt. 1


http://youtu.be/AGqAA8KZR4g

http://youtu.be/h_FiAxGYP5w


There's more videos. Also, they take way too long to upload on stupid blogger so you can just click on links. Sorry, this website is evidently not video friendly. There's a lotta pictures to come. Unfortunately, my camera died so I did not get to take a hostel video or a pub video, but I will try to convey the gist of these things in writing form. Hostel: great experience. Everyone was very nice, very open (sort of a requirement if you're going to sleep with 9 girls you don't know). Made friends so easily, and so quickly. A girl who was in our hostel, Courtney, had studied in France before. It was incredible how she became a part of our group. By the end of the week we all felt like she was coming back with us, but alas. The last night we went to the pub with Courtney and her Irish friends (who became our Irish friends) was my favorite. High light of the night: Somehow, the origin is unknown, one of our friends decided to say "It's Lauren's birthday!" Which resulted in half the pub grabbing me and putting a kiss on my cheek. It was so sweet, I'm such a fan of European kisses!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

The latest week of my life: Giverny





I was skeptical, if not terrified, of the prospect of 18 art school girls living in close quarters for a week. But I'm realizing in Giverny that each person in marchutz has a story, a coolness, or an interestingness to them. In other words, I'm having a great week. I'm not sure whether i enjoyed getting to know everyone better, sculpting with GREG WYATT (google him!), seeing Monet's freaking gardens, or our hostel dinners the best. It was all amazing, and living in a Bed and Breakfast with a dredded french owner and having tea gossip with natalie every day was just fabulous. I think it was also the first time i experienced Autumn, i mean the real stuff with the colder weather and the fog and the brightly colored trees and such. Not to mention, I assumed I would be bothered to spend my Fall break "working" from about 8am-7pm, but that's the great thing about art. Working is a pleasure, and as cliche as it might seem, there's nothing better I could possibly be doing with my time.