September 21-27, 2020. This is the first week that I didn’t have to rush every morning to get to Alliance Française for my daily four-hour language classes. I had intentionally not enrolled in the last week of the B1-level program because I wanted at least a week for some rest before my LL.M. (Master of Laws) international arbitration program commenced.
To make most of the free time, I had previously decided to take a leisure trip. The original destination I had in mind was Hamburg, to visit a good friend. But a month or so ago, Germany introduced stricter measures for all persons entering from France, which meant it was too cumbersome to make a visit. I would have had to isolate myself for two weeks upon arriving and that would have been too much trouble. Also, of course, if I only had a week to spare, there wouldn’t have been enough time to complete the two-week quarantine.
August 10-16, 2020. Weather has been cooler, which is a relief from the scorching temperatures we’ve been having.
This week I started going to the gym upon realizing that my membership was still active and that the club had credited the months of covid confinement in France to the months when the gyms were allowed to open. In other words, I had a little more than a month to use. I might as well take advantage of the months I had paid for, I thought. Alas, nanggigil ako, I think I overdid some weights after such a long time of not doing any gym/fitness activity.
On Thursday, I had dinner with Thomas, our Filipino friends and his other friends for his birthday, at a nice Italian place in Saint-Cloud, across the Seine from Bois de Boulogne. I just walked all the way from my place, and it turned out to be an hour’s walk along unusual paths. It was my first time to cross the Seine through the Pasarelle de L’Avre, with a nice view of La Défense.
Nothing spectacular the rest of the week. I attended all my classes at Alliance Française. I did a short visit at Ikea near metro Madeleine last Friday. Then on Sunday, bid farewell to my Japanese friend Keishi before he returned for good to Japan.
August 3-9, 2020. This week I started my intensive French classes at Alliance Française Paris. One of the reasons I came back to Paris two months ahead of the start of my LL.M. classes, aside from the primary reason being that I needed to re-enter France before my visa expired and apply for an extension from within continental France, was that I wanted to study French intensively get past my current level of proficiency. The intensive classes are held for four hours every day (except weekends) for two months. Hopefully, I will be able to advance in my proficiency. It would be a shame not to be able to speak, read and write French proficiently after more than a year living in Paris. It took me a while to get used to the first few sessions, it really was intensive, and the primary rule was that we couldn’t communicate in English–at all, so at first I was having a hard time communicating what I didn’t know how to express in French. It felt a lot like drowning, trying to grasp and express words I didn’t know in French like gasping for air. It quickly got better.
This week was also marked by the canicule or heat wave. Day time temperatures have been breaching past 35 degrees celcius daily since Tuesday. The evenings do not bring any relief either, aside from the fact that the sun sets way past 9 in the evening, the heat stays above 30, and worse–there is no wind whatsoever to stimulate the cooling effect of sweat. I often woke up in the middle of the night dripping in perspiration and end up having a bed sheet damp with sweat by morning.
[30 Sep 19] We had French language assessment exam today and I’m laughing now at how I did my essay. The topic was the protection of children in armed conflict–and I’m like how am I gonna write this in French?? I just French-ed a lot of English words — société! éducation! service médicale!
[01 Oct 19] In the morning, I attended the foreign students introduction with university officials at Université Paris 2 (Assas). I’m struggling with my French. All speeches were in French. Sink or swim, and swim I will.
[02 Oct 19] Backed out from an 11pm-5am college party coz I was like, what? It just starts at 11pm (on a Wednesday night at that)? I didn’t have class today so I had the whole day to do errands, walk around the neighborhood in Surenes, and take a stroll at La Défense two tram stations away. I took some photos while I was at the Place de la Défense at sunset.
[03 Oct 19] There was a recruitment fair at the university today, and I was contemplating on signing up for something. But I hesitated, and kind of regret it now. Also, apparently Thursday night-outs are a thing among many university students. (And I was like, wasn’t there a party the night before?) I ended up going out with some new friends–fellow Filipino scholars in France who were visiting Paris. We had dinner and some drinks at a bar near Montparnasse.
[05 Oct 19] Despite it being a Saturday, I spent the entire afternoon at the Cujas library to do some school work. I really love staying in the library because I can feast my eyes on so many wonderful… books and readings in one big chamber. Ugh. Lord, am I in heaven.
Later that evening, I joined my Filipino housemates along Rue de Rivoli to watch the one of the weirdest parades I’ve seen. It’s the Blanche Nuit parade in Paris. There were Scottish men with bagpipes, a floating snake, mariachi bands, an Illuminati hand, a float w naked tattooed men and women, robots, then–a parade float spewing out fresh cotton candy?! Di ko nagets yung theme.
Later on that evening we had good authentic pizza nearby.
[06 Oct 19] It was the day of the Philippine Food Festival in Paris. It was such a hit, you’d wonder why there’s barely any Filipino restaurants in the city. The venue was packed to the brim and the lines extended for half a kilometer, I think? Kare-kare was gone by the first hour. Since it was the first event of its kind, the organizers and volunteers seemed to have been extremely overwhelmed and was severely understaffed. I invited some LLM classmates who came and enjoyed some food, but I was a bit embarrassed because of the inconveniences of queuing up for so long and then there weren’t a lot of food choices left once we got in.
September 3 – 8, 2019. Leaving Manila wasn’t such a big deal at first. Separation didn’t get real until I saw my parents off at the Paris airport last Tuesday. Oh my heart when I saw them holding off tears. Spent the next hour on my commute to my new ‘apartment’ holding back my own. I made my way from the airport all the way to Surenes to settle down at my new place. It was my first long city commute and I’m proud to have figured out how to get from north-east of Paris to west via public transportation on my own.
It was, and still is, an overwhelming feeling, as I’ve never lived away from my family and home. The thought that there’s no turning back–as I would be 10,000 kilometers away from the familiarity and comfort of family and friends–was daunting. Should I encounter any problem, I’d have to figure everything out on my own.