So yesterday on the Metro something...very me happened. I swear these things only happen to me. I had a transvestite hit on me. More specifically she/he (I am not sure which they were more of, or what the proper pronoun is there) got up to exit, gave me their number, said "call me" in a disturbingly frightening tone (like a husky come hither male voice), and then exited. I missed my stop because I was too stunned to do anything else. So I guess I should kind of be flattered (?) I have never had a woman hit on me (or none so obvious), but i am more disturbed than anything else. I cringe thinking about it. No Arbusto I did not call.
The French and Time:
Today the CLE (continuing law education) class I went to got over 20 minutes late. This is suprisingly better than the 30 minutes last time. Now I know the French have absolutely no concept of time, but seriously 20-30 minutes is a long fucking time after 2 hours. At that point my brain was wandering off to whatever I could think of because it was so long. I really don't understand how the French have trains that are to the second, but when it comes to everything else they just act like time does not exist.
Annoying Classroom behavior:
There are always people in class that annoy the hell out of me, it is just who I am. At law school there are the "Over Achievers", "Chatterboxes", "Dumb Question Askers" (Yes there are dumb questions), "Constant Talkers" and "Nodders". Now before I go on I will admit I do nod sometimes but when I catch myself I stop. And I am a Constant Talker, sorry it is me.
Over Achievers, Nodders, and Dumb Questioners are pretty straight forward.
Chatterboxes are the ones in class that constantly talk to their neighbor, but it is so loud everyone in class knows that the two got herpes from the same guy.
Constant Talkers can be split in two divisions. The first being people who talk in class (when called on) about everyday. This is me, sorry again (I actually will post on why I do this later and am actually thinking about writing a book about it for college students). And then there are the ones who ask questions just as class is getting over. Those people should have their tongues cut out...and then fed to them. They wait till there is two minutes left and ask a question that takes 10 minutes to answer and everyone has to hear the answer that is pointless anyways. The rule is clear for clear concise questions 7-10 minutes remaining in class min. For long complicated questions 12-15 minutes must be remaining in class. Period. No exceptions. If you must stay after and ask the prof the question.
France has taken the whole question at the last minute thing to a new level though. In multiple classes people have asked questions 10-20 minutes AFTER class. Not only that they ask multiple questions. God I hate that. Plus the French have added another category to the annoying list "THE ONE WHO ANSWERS ALL QUESTIONS EVEN RHETORICAL ONES" Oh yes in each of my classes I have one person who not only nods but also talks, confirms, and answers EVERYTHING the professor says. Just audible enough that doesn't disturb the prof but so that everyone can hear them. Let me make this clear.... I HATE THEM.
Why the Parisiens Can't Walk On the Street:
This will be a longer post later on how people are supposed to walk in the street or in buildings including not standing in heavily traveled areas. But I must say I finally understand why the people in Paris just kind of walk all over the sidewalk instead of having directional sidewalk flow. (You know where you stay on the right and oncoming foot traffic stays on your left.) It is quite simple, most Parisieners don't drive. It is instilled in most Americans brains that you stay on the right side of the road, sidewalk, stairs, etc. But if you have never driven anything and don't constantly ride in a car, you would never figure this out. So I will give the Parisiens a break on this one.
Sorry no new Pigeon stories, but I did take this photo at Notre Dame. Apparently he has better luck with them than I do.
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