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Yesterday I had my sucky day of 7 hours of school. I woke up a bit earlier to write my essay for film. I gave a presentation in my advanced convo class. In film class we talked about Hiroshima Mon Amour, discussed the symbolism, the historical relevance- it was such an amazing class. At the beginning I raised my hand and asked him why, why He was saying Rien, tu n'as vu rien (No, you didn't see anything) when She was saying yes, I saw everything, 4 times at the museum, I went to the hospital... I said, if he represented the Japanese, wouldn't he want to publicize the atrocities for his enemies? To evoke sympathy and guilt from the world? Why would he hide, and deny the fact that "she" who represents France, saw everything?

He replied that he didn't think he was hiding it necessarily, but instead, that he was saying there is no way that she could have experienced or seen anything at Hiroshima because memory is poorly preserved in the forms of sculptures, or pictures, or newsreels. Had she really seen it, she'd be dead.

Carla and I talked after and we both agreed that just knowing we have this class makes us so happy and that we always leave afterwards in a good mood. She mentioned that she never used to discuss movies or theories or analysis, but this class, and also having me as a friend, has helped her. Then I said something about how humans seek narratives, otherwise we'd be in chaos and unhappiness, and to discuss analysis and put a distant feeling into words helps us create our narrative thus makes us happier. Blah.

I met Nassim and Julia in the library. We went out to the revolving sushi place on Rue de Passy that Carla and I had wanted to go to for a while because we saw it in the movie we went to last weekend. Sure enough, sushi kept revolving, around and around, looping several times in the restaurant. We got sake, and Julia and I each got a glass of wine that they forgot to charge us for. I also got this rice pudding cake with green tea custard or something like that for dessert, which was incroyable! Julia and Nassim went to La Perle for a drink, but Carla and I decided to go home for the night since we were so so tired. At home I watched a bit of both Romance X and 36 Fillette because I'm on a Breillat kick after seeing A Real Young Girl.