Je suis froid.

I am cold. Most of the time while at home, I'll wear layer upon layer of unmatching fuzzy articles of clothing. I also have a lot of nightmares here, for whatever reason. For this reason, I fall asleep on the bus every morning. 

These are the only two difficulties I face, so I'd say life is pretty good. 

I love being here and being, just, away. It is relaxing where I thought it would be energizing. I feel as though I have room to breathe. The food is good too. I'll be mentioning that a lot. Like a lot, a lot. In fact, here is a picture of my newly found favorite dessert ever that I eat (by myself) every day at lunch. It is the best thing ever and it comes from a SCHOOL CAFETERIA. AMERICA YOU ARE SLACKING. 

This week has been one of those weeks that stretches the boundaries of time. Because, although it has technically been only 5 (cinq) days, it has actually been a month. this week=a month. If this is how every week of school will feel, my mind will have been in France for twelve months instead of four. This thought is upsetting yet satisfactory (definitely getting more for my money). 

Today a guy in my class, he is from Nebraska (wow Claira I'm so glad you've travelled the world to make friends with people who live a state away-I know), helped me to put my phone in French-mode. Very fun, very fun times.