Is the program really almost over?

Final thoughts and memories before this week actually ends:
1. That first night in the FIAP, getting sent off in groups to go buy our phones and metrocards and meeting Emily (Amelie) for the first time.
2. Sitting at dinner at the FIAP with people I didn't realize at the time would become part of the Wine Wednesday crowd.
3. That first night out in Paris, getting a glass of wine at the restaurant near the FIAP, getting to know each other.
4. My first ride on the metro at night, hearing a man playing the soundtrack to Amelie on an accordion and realizing I was actually in Paris.
5. Going on a scavenger hunt in Passy during orientation, getting completely lost and taking some of the most awkward pictures.
6. Our first opera, which lasted for five hours and had an entire scene in which people, dressed in bunny costumes, came out and humped onstage for fifteen minutes.
7. Standing in the incredibly long line at L'As every Sunday afternoon, talking about the night before and salivating just thinking about the falafel we were about to consume.
8. Going to "The Yellow Place" (it just has a yellow banner, we never know what the name actually is) next to school every single day during the preliminary course to the point where we couldn't look at a baguette for days and couldn't imagine going back there...until we realized they sold amazing quiche.
9. Reading Oscar Wilde in the Luxembourg Gardens.
10. Discovering that French guys absolutely cannot dance (but dance hilariously), therefore taking dancing to a whole new level (i.e. imitating their dance moves). I don't think I want to/can dance any other way anymore.
11. Talking about David Lebovitz to the point where we've become worshippers (but not so much anymore, after we found out he dissed someone we love).
12. Becoming groupies to three certain staff members.
13. Learning the hard way that French guys look a lot older than they actually are.
14. Going to the Frat (Emily, Sara, and Maria's apartment) so much that it's literally a second home.
15. Meeting Beatrice for the first time, in which she served us macarons, orange juice, and cookies and introduced us to her grandchildren. We knew right then and there that she was going to be amazing.
16. Having our first picnic on the first beautiful day of spring after class.
17. Eating amazing brunch and digesting all that food while sitting along the canal, talking and people watching.
18. Buying a Petite Recolte (type of wine) and drinking it while watching Glee.
19. That first Wine Wednesday, that first Dinner Party, and that first Dinner With Beatrice. All my best memories are centered around food.
20. Realizing how loud we were in the beginning of the semester when we actually told our visitors to be quieter on the metro (Americans are really the loudest).
21. Speaking in British accents on the metro so that people don't think we're stupid Americans.
22. Becoming so close to each other that saying goodbye for our two week spring break was actually hard.
23. Going to the most amazing chocolate place in Paris, meeting Denise Acabo, and telling her how much we love David Lebovitz.
24. Realizing that I don't look as American as I used to (doe-eyed, among other things) when I sat across from some English-speaking people on the metro and they thought I was French.
25. Loving and learning to appreciate the brusque-ness of Parisians when they respect you for arguing and standing up for yourself (something that I've learned to do here), while if you did the same thing in New York you'd just get beat up.
26. Seeing the Eiffel Tower's light show (the finale, at 1am) from someone's balcony.
27. Learning to get our money's worth at NYU by taking any free food they offer, or cutlery they have. Best example: walking away with a trash bag full of soft baguettes and a platter full of cheese, only to make some pretty good fondue later that night with our spoils.
28. Sitting in the Champs de Mars (under the Tour Eiffel) speaking in gibberish to the gypsies who come by asking, "Speak English?"
29. Drinking a panaché under the sun by the harbor in Île de Ré.
30. Learning who makes the best frites (fries), croque monsieur, or the different types of steak (entrecôte, aligot).
31. Being able to drink good wine for under three euro.
32. Sitting for hours chatting and digesting, never being bothered by the waiter to leave.
33. Not having to deal with tax or tip in restaurants.
34. People watching while drinking a café crème (Parisians don't do café au lait) in the oldest café in Paris.
35. Sitting down and planning every single meal for our last week so that we miss out on absolutely nothing.
36. Running around the city on National Macaron Day in order to receive our free macarons.
37. Thinking Wheelie Baby was an absolute menace, only to have Amelie come over and meet her and show me that she is the cutest baby in the entire world.
38. Seeing Alix (Wheelie Baby's real name) learn how to walk. Seeing her face light up every time we walked through the apartment door.
39. Holding Cabbage Patch Baby (don't know his real name, but he's also known as Kitchen Baby, because she sometimes puts him in the kitchen to nap) and playing with him, realizing that he's actually cute.
40. Appreciating the fast-paced, yet joie de vivre that Parisians know how to experience.