Peut-on nier l'existence du temps?

Can we deny the existence of time? This is my prompt for my philosophy essay for the weekend! Oh lordy! If you have any suggestions on where to begin, let me know, because I am most certainly stuggling with this. haha. Ce n'est pas facile!

Other than that daunting prompt, school is going well. I am finding myself loving my history class. I never would have that thought I would find globalization so fascinating. But this is a year of paving new paths and doing a little bit of self-discovery. But finding myself loving globalization??? Not sure if I should be posting that on a public website, proclaiming it to the whole world.

Little thought: Today on the Métro, I heard an American couple talking, and they were so obviously tourists, from the fanny pack down to the tennis shoes, but it made me somehow feel proud that I could identify with them. I don't think that I had ever really wanted to identify with the American way until I came here. Some days I find myself putting away my skinny jeans and opting for my American bellbottoms. There are certain days that I long for a super-sized hamburgers and fries. It's a bizarre feeling, something that's hard to explain, but being the foreign girl, the American girl, has almost made me proud of this sometimes negative image. I am the exchange student. I am Fez (from That 70's Show). I am American. I used to identify with being Irish and German (and perhaps a little English), but now I AM AMERICAN. There's no getting around it. I eat peanut butter and popcorn, I drive my own car, and I went to a high school with a football team and cheerleaders.

I get to vote in America's election this year. When the French ask me who I am voting for, before I can finish saying, 'Barack Obama,' it is met with a high-five or a big smile. The people here are crazy for Obama. I cannot wait to go to the US Embassy and cast my absentee ballot in support of a change that I so badly want.

I am saddened every day by seeing the beggars in the Métro and on the streets. It's impossible for me to pass them without wanting to give them some money, bread, and piece of fruit. How did I get so lucky? Why can't life just be fair? It just pains me to know that I get to spend a year in Paris, France, and there are people trying to find enough money to buy a loaf of bread. Maybe they made a few mistakes in their life, but don't we all? Aren't we all just learning?

I just know that we need someone in office who will truly be compassionate. Life is too precious to let anything else happen to an already troubled world.

VOTE!

I don't know if anyone really reads this, and I hope this post wasn't to painfully long, but some days I just have a lot to say.

Pensez avec la compassion, et donnez avec tout votre coeur.