My College Phases: Europe Rocks!

My College Phases: Europe Rocks!

Things I said before I went to Paris
- No drinking laws! Hey pass me a stone
! (Gulp)
- French girls are slammin’
- Everybody in Europe is really smart.

 

Things I said while in Paris
- This TV show sucks
- How come all French people know Spanish?
- Moulin rouge is really skanky
- A croissant and a shot of coffee is not enough for breakfast. It’s not an American thing it’s a survival thing.
- Yes I will have another beer!
(Gulp)
- How do you say “how do you say” in French?

 

Things I said after coming back To America
- Hooray entertainment!
- Hooray big breakfast!
- Hey man can you buy me a beer, I’ll give you cash.
(Gulp)

 

I think everybody should have to study abroad for at least a semester. You really learn a lot and it’s important to be surrounded by a culture that you didn’t grow up assimilating to for at least two weeks.

 

Europe made me feel stupid. It began when I met a thirteen year old kid named Sven on the plane ride to Paris (Refer to video blogs). Sven was better than me in a lot of ways. He knew three or four languages fluently (I know no other languages and I am going to finish college with an English minor), he was more mature than me (He could fall asleep sitting upright, when I was 13 I couldn't fall asleep without hot chocolate and my parents), and he looked like he was no younger than nineteen. (I get carded at OTB sometimes, you have to be at least 18 to bet) 

 

However Europe has its douchebags just like the USA. I met a guy at a bar who told me about, what he called, a "French Morning." He told me to buy girls drinks, get them drunk, and have sex with them. I have to admit at the time that was sort of my plan already but I also planned on being drunk so I felt like it was justified. I did not expect him to tell me about the second part of his plan. He wanted me to call him the morning after to tell him my whereabouts in Paris so that he could stage my kidnapping.

 

He told me to walk the girl to the local Metro station where he would be waiting. He was then going to pretend to kidnap me, taking the pressure off ever having to see the girl again. Thus, guilt free sex! Voulais! Of course the kidnapper and I would then celebrate with an afternoon brew and a trip to the sexodrome.

 

So whats the point?

 

Europe isn't better, its just different. Remember, the pilgrims came here because Europe wasn't good enough and Europeans wanted them out because Pilgrims were weird.

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