Hey everyone, my name is Chris, I’m 24 years old, half French and I’m going to tell you about an adventure I had with one of my university professors.
I was a student in my first year of a finance/economics degree in Paris. I was 18 years old at the time, lived alone in a big flat, attended classes with my friends, went out regularly. In short, I was a fairly average French student. Physically I’m relatively muscular, and had always had success but nothing too extravagant. I had only been in one (long) relationship at that time.
First year in France is always very tough. It’s a very elitist system and I wasn’t really motivated to go to classes, which I found relatively boring. Among them, there was Philosophy, and for having already done it, it was far from being my favorite subject. So I went to the first class of philosophy and was one of the first to arrive in front of the room. I didn’t know anyone, I sat down and waited calmly for the teacher to arrive. The teacher arrived right on time, and I discovered a very charming woman. To fight against the boredom, I decided to be involved in class, actively participating and getting to know my fellow classmates.