When it rains in the winter...

....at least you have something else to complain about besides the cold!

It's 5pm here in Paris on likely the nastiest day I've seen in a while. It's rainy and cold. I went to a class earlier that I won't likely take, but I wanted to check it out nevertheless. It is entitled "Current Issues in International Relations" and it is taught by Steve McGriffen, a British historian with Socialist political leanings. I took a liking to him right away, because he asked us critical questions, pushed us to back up our thoughts, unapologetically stated his opinions and exhorted us to disagree with him. Out of all the professors at my school, I think he may be the best suited to be my thesis advisor but I'm not sure. I asked him if he'd be up for it, explaining that I might want to take a feminist approach to analyze female migration from poor to rich countries, and whether they have improved education and literacy after they left their home country. "That sounds absolutely fascinating," he said, and continued with a grin: "you know I happen to be an enthusiastic feminist."

My before dinner plans are to organize and put away last semester's notes, prepare my new binders, and dance around, stretch and do yoga for an hour or so. I can't stand being cooped up, but after my accidental more than an hour walk after work yesterday in the freezing cold, I really have no desire to go for a walk......