It's snowing in Ithaca

But it's raining in Paris. And it's cold. The day started off so nice.

It's a depressing sort of day that weighs on your mood. I'm just going to make it through to the next class, then go home and sleep. One of those days. Paris is beautiful in the rain. But not when it's windy, cold, and dark.

It's the last day of class, and there's no charm to it.

I just had my last class. Lecture for "Histoire politique de l'Europe au XXe siècle." These really obnoxious kids sitting in front of me (who come to class every so often) talked through the whole lecture. It's not worth the energy ranting about how rude they are.

Long applause for the professor, which was well-deserved. A little homage to Richard DESCOINGS at the end... for all his amazing work, and opening up Sciences Po to international students. Good way to end my year here... though I'm not totally done. Still two more tests await me.

I walked out of class, and the sun was shining.