In Which the Joke is (once again) on Me

This morning I set an alarm, but then I turned it off and set a new one about every half hour until I actually got up at 11:30.  I had an email from Anna at the University that said I could come visit her today.

I was the most excited because maybe again I would actually get to pick out my classes and get started on the rest of my life.

Joke was very clearly on me.

I took the tram to the other campus, where her office is.  The tram machine wouldn't take my credit card, so I'm not certain how I'm going to buy a monthly ticket unless I can accumulate like 20 euros in coins.

After I got to the campus I found a very handy map that showed what building her office was in.  That was the only map I ever saw.  Next time I should take a picture so I know where I'm going later on in the journey too.

I did find the building after creepily stalking a group of men I pretended were also going to that building.  They weren't, but they took me near it so it all worked out for me.

When I walked into the office, Anna was talking with someone else, and a guy from Holland (I only know that cuz I eavesdropped later on) was sitting at the table.  I sat next to him.

As it turns out, that guy and I had the same idea--that we didn't have to fill out any more forms and could just get what we wanted.  He met with Anna and she was all like "fill out that form to "inscrire" to the university" (I don't actually know what inscrire means, but I also have to do it).

So then she told me I had to fill it out too.  I did, and I asked her if I could pick out my Anthropology courses now.

She said, "WHAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING NEUROSCIENCE" and so I had to explain that I had applied to the university thinking that I could do neuroscience or biology or science at least but in the end that wasn't going to work out for me.

And she's all like "we can't inscrire you to this university until you have your classes picked out because you need to turn this in in the office of Social Science and not Science and Technology.  And also why aren't you doing science"

And I said, "yes but I talked to everyone about this already and I can't do it"

She was like "contact this guy for biology and he will help you pick out those classes"

And I was like "I already contacted him and it's not possible"

We went back and forth like this for a while and it was the most irritating.

Finally she realized that I needed to contact the Anthropology woman and I was like "I did that two months ago" and she was like "yeah but she may not respond until September"

So now I through a bit of a snark fit because not only do I have to bring some more documents for this ridiculous inscrire-ing, but I also have to take care of the rest of this myself.

I CURSE FRANCE TO HADES!!!

So I left there with a list of things to do and nothing completed.

I went back on the tram, but because I am ingenious, I went farther than my stop and went to the now open Monoprix and bought a shower curtain and also some snacks.  And because I learned my lesson yesterday, I bought a sandwich ASAP.

I walked back to Victoire and tried to go to La Poste where the residence woman had told me I could get my housing and bank account for electricity.

You can't get a bank account for only 5 months from the post office and you have to write a letter saying that you will put money in it every month and you will get charged after you leave for some reason and I had to bring all these other documents and I was so frustrated.

I TWICE CURSE FRANCE TO HADES!!!

I went back to my apartment.