Time's a Wasting..

This has been the wackiest 24 hours of my life, well at least the European one. At first my initial idea for this blog was to speak about all the time I seem to be wasting. We discussed in class the difference between the European lifestyle, and the American one.
American's are consistently on the go, moving, moving, moving. I guess in this instance, I am the most American. In my normal everyday life at home I have very little free time. The funny thing about that is I like it that way. At first being here it was so nice to take a break: stroll around the park, eat a six hour meal, or just be "french". But after a while I started to feel like time was rolling and I wasn't going with it.
For example some of these places/ events I'm expected to attend. Some of these things I have, "Art of Travel" Syndrome. This is my own diagnosis of course but I really feel the words of the book here. The same passage comes to mind. I am literally in two places at once. My body is sitting in that seat, staring at the speaker, but my mind isn't there. Maybe I'm over thinking it, but I just don't see how these things are applying to me. I just sit there and attempt to look interested. I just feel like I'm wasting so much time.
And today just added to that, with this french course. I feel so bad for our professor, hope he's ok. But even in the beginning prior to him beginning there still wasting more time. Maybe one day I'll loo back on this one day and some how appreciate it. But right now I will say, I'm over it.