Last Paper

The Politics of Memory. Against the Postcolonial. Fatima Gallaire. Algerian Playwrights. Michel de Certeau. Time Place and Space. Four years ago, if you had asked my senior-in-high-school-self what I would study in my fourth year of college, I would not have mentioned any of the above topics. Not in a million years. I thought that I was going to be a lawyer. I thought I would study History and Economics followed by a stint at Georgetown Law. I thought my life would be vastly different than it is now. But here I am, a fourth year History and French major who studies immigration, humanitarian issues and theatre. Who would have thought! I hate Economics (although I understand the importance of it). I am not going to law school. I will probably not even focus on History when I continue my education. I love literature. I love people. I love France. I love the theater.

In any case, I'm working on my last paper of my undergraduate career. It's for my graduate seminar. It has been one tough semester. This has been one tough class. It's one of my favorites though. Rewarding. Thought provoking. Lots of reading. Lots of thinking. I am going to miss academics.

Creteil

I am officially going to teach English in French secondary schools. I received my acceptance letter today. My district is Creteil - suburban Paris. Am I pumped?!? Indeed, I am more than pumped. All my studies on Black France, race and ethnic relations, and immigration will be put to the test. Creteil is known as the Parisian ghetto; filled with immigrants and French of all sorts. I'm excited to try out my new academic legs in a realistic situation. I'm excited to be able to go out and actually "do." I plan on reading plays to my classes - including one by Fatima Gallaire that, by the end of this week, I will have written two (large) papers on. Her play is Madame Bertin's Testimony. I will be moving to France in September! Amen.

The Urge for Strong Coffee

I thought about stopping by Starbucks before salsa tonight. I regret my decision to ignore my excellent Starbucks thought because I am now quite sleepy. Thankfully the library serves watered-down coffee from midnight until 6AM. It's better than nothing. The End.