Today as Taylor: I’ve been watching the sailboats all day on that Boston blue. Wore jeans for the first time in forever - jbrand. When you live in Paris for a while you learn a trick or two… Secret ingredient undisclosed.
So many feels
I’ve been feeling really satisfied with my achievements during my semester abroad in Paris. My host, my professors, and even one of my host brother’s friends have told me they are so proud of me because my has French improved immensely. I started out not saying a word at our first family dinner, to conjugating the subjunctive like it ain’t no thing. My first week here I cried every night because I felt stupid. I could’t understand anyone and I faced the sad reality that the language skills they teach you in school are nothing compared to actually living in the country where the language spoken. I am happy to say that I’ve grown from this opportunity and acquired new language skills.
My Paris abroad semester was not a walk in the park, or the Tuileries, to say the least. After taking a grammar class, oral class, and a “Post-Colonial Paris” class, I completed 2 months of interning - everything was 100% in French. While I was interning I wrote, IN FRENCH, a 20 page dissertation paper on social media’s influence on the fashion world with case studies on Topshop and Maison Martin Margiela and my experience at my internship. I’m so fatigued could really use a St. Honoré and a bottle of wine about now. On Thursday I give my oral presentation and on Saturday I leave this wonderful city.
Whenever I doubt myself I have to remind myself about everything I have accomplished, such as this experience. Studying abroad in a foreign country is not easy. The program I was in was extremely difficult and stressful. I don’t know how I did it, but I did. I shouldn’t even look at my grades from this semester. They don’t define my intelligence, my competences, my achievements, my growth, or my feelings. I did this. I did it by myself. And I am couldn’t be more proud of myself.
Sometimes I forget it’s there :P
Winter Coat, photographed by Caroline Levy-Bencheton
As I was frantically packing for Paris, which is as difficult as it sounds, I didn’t bring any winter jackets because I figured my mom could mail them over easily. I was stunned when she told me the shipping was $300. I might as well buy a new jacket, so I did. I thrifted this Penny Black white jacket at the best consignment shop I have ever step foot in. The store owner told me it was something Princess Diana or Jackie O would have worn. Done deal. I love the giant buttons and the collar. I can wear it three different ways. My favorite is buttoned all the way up, I feel so cozy and when my scarf is wrapped around my neck and you can see the colors contrast the white; it looks extremely classy. When it’s unbottoned, as in the photo, the wind picks it up and it looks like a giant cape. Lastly, I style it without the last two buttons so the collar folds over and looks like a traditional peacoat. In a world full of black jackets, boots, hats, and scarves, I like the white wintery glow of this jacket.
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