Reflections after the rentrée

I wish I could say that I didn't have the time to post an entry because I was busy doing exciting things, but this was unfortunately not the case. During the second week of my Toussaint vacation I spent a great deal of time with my good friend Monsieur Voltaire, and other than being "contrôled" on the bus there were very few events of interest.

Coming back to school yesterday, I discovered that I had worked too hard on an unimportant assignment and had not even begun the two-page essay on the connections between Humanism and the Age of Enlightenment. Luckily for me, my literature teacher is very nice and will allow me to turn it in late. But first I have to start it.

Yesterday I was riding the bus home at six o' clock in the dark and thinking about all the homework that I wasn't going to have time to do, and I started to get really stressed. It's not easy for me to not turn something in. I can't help but worry about it. But then I remember that I've only been in France for two months and that being confused and tired is understandable. Even permissable. As my good friend Monsieur Voltaire reminds me, I am living in the best of all possible worlds. It's called France. What am I complaining about?