Cahier de doléance

Things I Am Officially Over

  • Toilets with buttons to flush, microwaves with dials to cook
  • Lacking a freezer and a teakettle
  • Having to double-sock just not to freeze my toes off, because France is not supposed to have Real Winter
  • The jackass on the floor below me who blasts reggae late into the night
  • The security guards of my residence hall who come to my room at 3 AM to tell me that they have work to do and I shouldn’t call them when said jackass wakes me up
  • That fuzzy feeling of being unable to focus and power through when I am on page 3 of some very important French treatise on humanism
  • Expensive coffee
  • Come to think of it, the idea that a croissant, coffee, and orange juice is a “big breakfast” and deserves to cost 7€
  • Le métro and its constant smell of le piss
  • Not being home, really, I think