Gushing water saturated the cotton. The moisture was uncomfortably noticeable, and I shifted uneasily in my over-sized, first class seat, trying to distract my mind from the apparent geyser going off beneath my arms. Admittedly my nerves often escape through my armpits, and this was no exception. And understandably so, here I was… aboard the…
The clock ticked to :58. My body could feel the shift; this restless rest grew to an intolerable level. With a heavy heave, my arms forced my body from a push-up to a sitting position. I forced my vision into focus and glanced at the clock, which now read one minute shy of 5…
I awoke in a cold sweat. What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?, I attempted to ask myself coherent questions as I became familiar once again with my surroundings. Fall Out Boy still blared in my ears as I gazed around at the 1,000 zombified, somnambulist students trudging along around me.…
Lille makes me so happy. When I think about the people here, I can only smile. When I’m alone in my room, I usually think uneasy thoughts—sometimes I’ll feel a bit homesick. However, with my friends, it is different. They want to teach me, show me, compliment me, learn through me… all the while having…
The cold air played games with my shoulders as I awoke at 6:45 a.m. Friday morning. After falling asleep, only 4 hours before mind you, waking up didn’t seem inviting; even if it did mean going to Lille. Nevertheless, I got up from bed and managed to pack all my things, shower, tend to…
My second “day” in Paris was not necessarily the most eventful, but! it was definitely easier. I awoke at 3 p.m. in the afternoon, justified by the fact that everytime I woke up in bed my mother was still asleep beside me… thus, I remained asleep. Right away around 3 p.m. I realized that…
Madison Adams 8/29/2012 Paris Day 1 Where should I begin? Well first, the long drive… ten hours from New Orleans to Dallas.. Thanks Isaac. zZz. Isaac forced Nola to shut down its airport, so we set sail on the open road, except it wasn’t open. We constantly hit Dallas traffic. My mom, seemingly convinced…
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