Continuation of the previous

Today, was just not my day.

I will continue where I left off so you will understand.

Getting re-situated back at my desk for French class, Mr. Creeper again sits in his seat (there is currently a desk between us), until his friend who could not make it in the other French class sits next to him. Okay natural human instincts suggest that once one picks a chair to sit in for hours, one tends to continue staying in that location until the end of the designated time. Apparently Mr. Creeper suggest his friend to take his spot - how nice of him - until he is about to sit on top of you. This man leaned into my "bubble" and positioned his chair right next to mine. So I following the principle just stated (and I was already sitting) just readjusted my things to be as far away from him as possible. As time goes on and I try not to focus on him, Mr. Creeper stands to state that he must leave to keep an appointment. I begin to sing a Thank You, when I feel this hand on my side and someone whisper "Goodbye" in my ear. I wonder who that is?!?! Thoroughly unnerved at this point, I cannot wait to leave the classroom for the day.

Since my class got out later than Eleah's class (Katie D. is registering at this point), make a break for the door in order to seek solace in a friend's arms. And what do you know, I cannot find her anywhere! Dragging the phone out of the pocket to call Eleah, I find her outside with a group of girls from her class discussing the idea for drinks later that night. Of course I jump at the idea because of the day I had to this point. A little social drink (a beer or two) with new friends sounded like the prefect cure to my blues. So plans are made to meet up later at 7pm that night (which is why is signed off early yesterday).

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Running late to meet up with Katie D. and the rest of the group, I thought it would be a good idea to bring the camera so I could again post pictures to the blog. Good idea right??? Well you decide after I finish my tale.

At the Cathedral, we all decide to walk around till we find a bar. Well the feet took us to this bar next to an Irish pub. Asking for the darkest beer, I baby the bottle and talk a while with my new friends. After a couple of hours, I got the feel that we were about to move to another bar. Wanting to document the night, I pull out my camera for a few photos. Slipping my beautiful, black, Sony camera back into its case we move onto Cuba. Finding out that Cuba has four Euro wrist bands for girls on Mondays (which allows us unlimited Free drinks), we horde to the bar. Again, a few more social drinks, we all get to know one another a bit more. Well somewhere along the way a few social drinks became just drinking drinks, which was not my plan for the evening. Enjoying the music and now good friends, we all vote to take some pictures. Now here is where my bad day starts. Walking home (speaking fluent German), I either lost, got pick pocketed, misplaced my camera. I just do not know where it could be. I happen to figure this out when I wanted to take a picture of Eleah and I on the bridge. I do not know what I was thinking, "I will find it tomorrow " or "I have it on me, I just can't find it now," we walk on. Well apparently the next morning it was not in my personal items I took out the night before. It is nowhere to be found! Feeling slightly stupid and numb, I get ready for class. Walking out the door this morning I also forgot my purse. This could be a symptom that I am VERY stressed out over my camera. Well French class....I will continue. *Insert very depressed girl as I continue please.*

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Arriving late to class to class because of my forgetfulness, I once again am reminded that 5 minutes late does not mean anything here. I was early for my class by 40 minutes. Today's plan of attack for the seating situation, was to have the other guys around me. And what do you know, all we quite helpful in doing so (Italian to my left, and South Korean in front). Again going through the motions to learn French, I am worrying about my camera, getting registered, and paying my rent. Perpetually watching the clock till noon, I am trying to recall the French words I need to inform my teacher that I will not be there for the rest of class. Since I failed at knowing that much French, I opted for speaking English slow enough to get my point across (I wanted the handouts that I would be missing when I was gone).

After getting lunch with Katie and Eleah, Katie heads back to campus and Eleah and I set out for a leisurely walk to find the city hall. For Liege, people who will be in residence for over 90 days must registered at the city hall. And to do that, one must pay a total of 16Euros for the FIRST visit there. Point of Fact: I do not want to drop that many Euros to begin with and the photo machine "ate" 2Euros on me and it takes over a hour to complete the process (International Student Office workers at Liege said it would not take more than 30 minutes). Now that is past 3pm, Eleah and I make our way to Cuba. Along the way we run into Eleah's Liege student contact here. Which is a blessing because she was able to communicate easily with the bar tender about my lost camera. Upon hearing some depressing news, Eleah and I ask her contact if she would take us to see Liege's Main Campus (Start - Tillman). After a 10 car ride, we arrive on campus. Eleah's contact gives us a personal tour of our new campus and answers a lot of our questions ranging from classes to sports to her family, likes and dislikes. Back in the "City Centre" of Liege, Eleah and I run a few more errands (one of which I find out my bank card is being hormonal) then head home in the frigid weather. On way home we check out a few more places where my camera could be and again no shouts of joy from me. Dreading going home (because this mean I need to skype my mom and tell her what happened) I started dragging my feet. What would you choose, cold and windy Liege or one very angry mother? I will let you guess which one I choose.

Now is the time for a girl to grow up and be a woman and cower to the mother to tell her that she messed up. Needless to say, I was not happy with myself. And to add to that, I am being told how irresponsible I am by my brother thousands of miles away (via Facebook). So again I ask, how do you think I felt about the call I was about to make?

It is never fun breaking bad news to mothers, but it is like a band-aid. Just rip the sucker off and get the pain over with. After the initial shock, yelling, crying (you name it) we came up with a plan. Ask the Lord for prayer, that He would give me "eyes to see." I have to tell you, for a control freak (in certain areas) this is probably the hardest thing to do, giving up your problem to the Lord.

(Pause here and breathe)

After the bombshell, mom and I talk about the crazy weather in both cities. Enjoying just talking to mom and hearing nonsense help to alleviate some of the stress I had. We talked right up until my schedule "Skype Date" with two of my best friends from school. Again talking to them for hours about what is going on in my life or just random things, we part ways. (Thank you Ashley and Kelsey!! I miss you two!!) Again I begin to study my missed material, but let us just face the music on this. I cannot read, see, or acknowledge any more French currently. Realizing my dilemma, I start to stalk my friends on Facebook.

ENTER Stage Right Eleah: Finding ourselves devoid of any motivation at all, we start talking about my time in a sorority and its bad break-up story. Informing Eleah about some of my best times in the sorority and why it hurt so much to leave, I came to a mini realization that not all people are truthful. Some people will search out other people who have a caring heart. The kind of people who will go out of their way to ensure that the other is doing/feeling better. Needless to say, I was that person in my sorority. And you guessed it, a lot of the girls I thought were my best friends used and abused me emotionally. Except for a select few who are my support system back home, I realized how hurt I was about the entire thing (because I have not had time to think about it). I terminated from my sorority because I wanted to save money for Europe and my "friends" ha completely agreed with me. However these "friends" did not realize how far I would take that concept. After searching out every possibility and coming up with no solutions except to terminate, I bravely (while crying) signed those damning papers. At the time I was under the belief that letters do not make friendships, rather they provide the means for formation. Well I stand here to prove that this concept does work, but your friends have to be true friends (not fare weather friends). Anyways, after showing Eleah some of my pictures and the dynamics of what I had dealt with, I continued to just sit at my table until my mother skyped again. A special thank you for all mothers, sometimes you just know when your kids need you. Listening to mom prattle on about something, I decided it was time to finish the blog post from the night before.

So, does this explain why today was just not my day??

And if anyone in Liege finds a black 2010 Sony camera laying somewhere, please post a comment and let me know. Thank you!!

So until the next post, I wish you all Au Revoir!