Normal Day
I am glad that those who read my adventures are entertained. I honestly thought only i would enjoy it.
It is cleary pointed out to me that I live the good life and it is pointed out often. Alas, I cannot lie, I do. This reminds me days of my Tuesday which explains why it is good. I honestly hate having to go through my day to convey a point, idea, moral, or message. Unfortunately, I have no choice I have no control over the creative process.
Let us begin, Tuesday morning 3 alarms go off 607, 630, and 645. I then actually get up at 700 take a shower and all that jazz then I am on my way for the day. this isn't normal, but on this funday I finally had my physical ( so it is merely an hour after I released my blog and already have one avid fan: Maria Giorgi (former Parisian). Holla at ya boy!) for the office of immigration and integration. I show up early as always and fear what awaits. I have heard horror stories but this all turned out false.
Waiting inline I realize I was amongst a sea of North Africans. (which is fine because being Afro-American is close, right?) The doors open and I am shuffled through lines then, I come to my final queue where I am told to wait. I do then I here my name called which makes me chuckle.
"DUNCAN, Andrew George" The man cried, as if it were my whole first name. I shuffle to the front and the Man starts spouting off French this catches me by surprise. I look dumbfounded. He then asked if I spoke French. (What kinda dumb question was that? but of course I do, I thought to myself) I kindly replied with yes but I missed the first word. I was then rushed off to the medical examination where I, naturally being a ham, hammed it up for my doctor. I was also assaulted by a radiologist. Throughout it all I had a great time. I think it was my attitude which made it a good experience (and my people person skills) and it didn't take the 4 hours I heard it was going to take. I then took a real exam ( not that great but it had to be done). Oh! I remember why it was a good thing it was my final exam! booyah. Then I had class but I received my grades for the semester during this time they were pretty good. And I did virtually nothing ( lets be real, I did a lil something).
The day only gets better and longer. I go to work and get this: the kids were well behaved for most of the time. Now, I wish not to convey the wrong message about them but they like to bicker amongst each other about the smallest things. Like all good siblings (my brothers and I) they never cease to fight but they did today. Till the end that is then WWIII broke out and we had to physically separate them. Oh joy.
Lastly but not least I was two stops away from a metro station which had a bomb threat called in on it. I had no clue what was going on till I asked a lovely French lady who was kind enough to give me directions in ENGLISH because I picked up the phone and happened to be speaking English ( Nick never fails as exposing me as the american that I am). I forgive her, she was kinda hot.
All in all I live the good life because I live an interesting one. Hope you didn't expect a moral.
Peace out!
It is cleary pointed out to me that I live the good life and it is pointed out often. Alas, I cannot lie, I do. This reminds me days of my Tuesday which explains why it is good. I honestly hate having to go through my day to convey a point, idea, moral, or message. Unfortunately, I have no choice I have no control over the creative process.
Let us begin, Tuesday morning 3 alarms go off 607, 630, and 645. I then actually get up at 700 take a shower and all that jazz then I am on my way for the day. this isn't normal, but on this funday I finally had my physical ( so it is merely an hour after I released my blog and already have one avid fan: Maria Giorgi (former Parisian). Holla at ya boy!) for the office of immigration and integration. I show up early as always and fear what awaits. I have heard horror stories but this all turned out false.
Waiting inline I realize I was amongst a sea of North Africans. (which is fine because being Afro-American is close, right?) The doors open and I am shuffled through lines then, I come to my final queue where I am told to wait. I do then I here my name called which makes me chuckle.
"DUNCAN, Andrew George" The man cried, as if it were my whole first name. I shuffle to the front and the Man starts spouting off French this catches me by surprise. I look dumbfounded. He then asked if I spoke French. (What kinda dumb question was that? but of course I do, I thought to myself) I kindly replied with yes but I missed the first word. I was then rushed off to the medical examination where I, naturally being a ham, hammed it up for my doctor. I was also assaulted by a radiologist. Throughout it all I had a great time. I think it was my attitude which made it a good experience (and my people person skills) and it didn't take the 4 hours I heard it was going to take. I then took a real exam ( not that great but it had to be done). Oh! I remember why it was a good thing it was my final exam! booyah. Then I had class but I received my grades for the semester during this time they were pretty good. And I did virtually nothing ( lets be real, I did a lil something).
The day only gets better and longer. I go to work and get this: the kids were well behaved for most of the time. Now, I wish not to convey the wrong message about them but they like to bicker amongst each other about the smallest things. Like all good siblings (my brothers and I) they never cease to fight but they did today. Till the end that is then WWIII broke out and we had to physically separate them. Oh joy.
Lastly but not least I was two stops away from a metro station which had a bomb threat called in on it. I had no clue what was going on till I asked a lovely French lady who was kind enough to give me directions in ENGLISH because I picked up the phone and happened to be speaking English ( Nick never fails as exposing me as the american that I am). I forgive her, she was kinda hot.
All in all I live the good life because I live an interesting one. Hope you didn't expect a moral.
Peace out!
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