On the third trip to the International Office, Amira's assistant was there. None of them know why I need to get this form filled out or where to find the information to complete it. And Amira left for something. So after 3 days of visiting offices, they had me sign the bottom of the blank page and leave it on Amira's desk.
C'est la vie, c'est les francais.
I think I'm going to be a much more chill person after a semester here. (Jason, France says you're welcome.)
Classes are over and it's officially vacation!
What I've learned:
There is no such thing as "normal operating hours" in France. If you think you may ever need to go to an office again, write down where they are open. That will give you a 75% chance of finding them.
Woooo! Thank you France!
ReplyDeleteWell Kimmie if you ever have prayed for patience, this might be the Lord's answer :)
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