Students’ Views

Senior year.

Christ.

It’s nice to back in Georgetown. I went to Down the Alley Bistro- a restaurant in town square where i use to work- and was greeted hugs, free coffee, and a welcome back croissant. I was in France where you eat a ‘kwa-ssan.’ In central Texas we eat ‘krrra–sants.’ I like crrrrasants. It’s nice after being in the land of kwa-ssan to get me a good ol’ krrra-sant. It’s nice to get a croissant and not also get an earful of someone’s poorly approximated French accent. Unpretentious, unabashedly delivered, a little too big, kinda greasy. Georgetown, I love you. I was in Los Angeles seeing my brother earlier this month. I order a Croissant and got back a “kwa-sante.” Dear Waitress at Snooty Cafe in Los Angeles, It appears you have a good idea of what Spanish is supposed to sound like. All foreign accents are not English with rolled R’s and E’s that sound like the letter A. Can I have a margarita with that kwa-sante? You’re nauseating.

So I miss France, I guess.

Those of us who’ve studied abroad recently magically seek each other out around campus. We’re all going through the same thing. That is, no one caring about what you did in a foreign country they’ve never been to and especially not caring that you’re bored after your little vacation/semester. It’s getting better though. I’m just bored. I was so excited to find myself in a really great French class this semester taught by an actual French man. His accent is like morphine.

Unfortunately, this is my most exciting class this semester. I’m at the point in my academic career where I’m stuck taking required courses. It’s not sooo bad, but it is a little underwhelming being in introductory class as a senior. I should have taken these as an underclassmen.

My first day on campus was such a nice reminder of why going to school here is special. You know everyone and the people you don’t know come up to you and introduce themselves. It’s so nice! I was walking to class on Friday morning and got into a conversation with some first years about walking around with a coffee cup in the morning. On Tuesday, I was sitting in the Commons (the cafeteria) and I heard a professor say, ‘bye y’all,’ to the student he’d just eaten with. One of students replied, ‘I like that guy a whole lot.’ (We like things a whole lotta round here, by the way.) To prospective students I might be giving you the impression that we’re a bunch of yokels in Georgetown. This is not the case actually. I think I’ve come back much more sensitive to the charm of a small Texas town and to the way we speak. It’s nice to see students and professors eating together, to be meeting new people daily. Here, people know you, you know people and y’all’r real happy together. Alright, back to homework.

Ciao!