Tonight we had our last ever potluck at Megan's apartment. This is probably the fourth or fifth one we've had and I absolutely love it... they get bigger and better each time. It's so nice to just bring a dish over and chow down while chatting with my friends. Tomorrow is my friend Rachel's 22nd birthday... she's actually older than me! This is probably because she's a senior in college, but regardless, I'm so used to being the oldest in a group that I am enjoying having another old person around.
I'm so excited to get home for Christmas to see everyone, especially my family, but I am not ready to leave Paris and the life I have here. I can't actually think or talk about it too much because it really makes me sad, and I don't want anything to spoil the remainder of my time here. No sense in moping when I'm still here! I'll save that for when I get home and have to go back to school...
So I'm quite determined to get pictures of my more eccentric professors, and most importantly, Marc. The plan was all set in my mind on Wednesday to ask him for a picture after class, but then he left early because we had to fill out evaluations! Zut! Foiled! Anyway, don't you worry, dear reader... I WILL make it happen. He's already said he'll be at the farewell party, so I have every intention of asking him for a picture. This might even work out better, actually, because he was NOT wearing black on Wednesday. I know, I know, it was a really big deal. There was a hilarious moment when a kid in class asked, "So, what do you think of Sarkozy? Is he doing a lot as far as international relations because I keep seeing newspapers calling him 'dynamic'?" And Marc looked thoughtful for a minute, then stood up and started bouncing on the balls of his feet (with his stylishly European semi-boots) and shadowboxing and said, "Look at me! I'm dynamic! But am I really doing anything important?" But then he stopped and said that he was probably not the best person to ask that question to seeing as how Sarkozy is quite conservative and Marc is admittedly "super leftist." He also said it's most likely too soon to tell. Either way it was a total riot to see Marc in his super chic turtleneck and designer jeans doing anything remotely athletic.
I did manage to snag a class picture of my literature class with Sophie. She was a really good sport about it and I don't care if I looked like an idiot... it's not the first time and certainly won't be the last. 
I also asked my history professor for a class picture and he was all about it. He was like, "That's so nice! What a great idea! Can you email it to me? It would be such a great little memory." He looks oddly like Michael Cera (for those of you who've seen Arrested Development or Juno), but he got his hair cut this week and the resemblance is less strong, though still present. I haven't uploaded the picture yet, but as soon as I do I'll post it here.
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