My overprotective dad... in Paris

I knew I shouldn't have been too happy when my dad announced that he would spend the month of September in Paris at his best friend's house to help me adjust to my new life here.

For those of you who don't know (and honestly, who doesn't know?), I have the world's most overprotective dad. I don't even want to begin to name the numerous examples of his insanity of loving overprotectiveness, but let's just say it's surprising that I haven't rebelled and that I don't smoke pot, dress in black, deal heroin, and prostitute myself as a result.

Now, we have the grandest and greatest example of this phenomenon: Daddy comes to Paris, asks for the address and phone number of my future host family (we arrive in Paris tomorrow, btw), goes there, pokes around, and then calls me insisting I change my family RIGHT AWAY. I explain to him that the rule is we must remain with our families for one week, to try them out. He says no way in hell (well, his equivalent of that phrase-- "never happened!!!"). I must go right away to the Sweet Briar directors (umm, it's 9 pm, dad...) and tell them to change it. Nevermind that we haven't arrived in Paris yet, this MUST CHANGE NOW.

what's so wrong with this location, you ask? Well, first of all, there's the room. On the 5th floor, no elevator, no mirror, tiny desk, tiny lamp, no closet, not acceptable for an American student, he says. Ok, understandable. That worries me too. But that I can try out for a week. However, across the street from this tiny shithole of a room is a cafe that 'is not acceptable for young girls' because it is 'full of young people who lack morals, and girls who lay out on the table.' I tried to press my dad further-- is it dangerous? sketchy? are there prostitutes? what's the REAL problem? but that's all he said.

I trust my parents' opinions in general, but I'm afraid my dad is just too scared, and is reading the worst into all this. But he is forcing me to try and talk to Sweet Briar and convince them otherwise. And Sweet Briar will be like 'umm, what? ofc we can't change it THE DAY WE LEAVE FOR PARIS, before you've even MET this family!' And then my dad will go over to Sweet Briar and fucking yell like the stubborn crazy asshole he can be sometimes (trust me, my dad is wonderful and I love him dearly. but sometimes... UGGHHHH!!!!!!). And then this whole thing will blow up and THIS IS NOT HOW I WANTED TO START OFF MY YEAR IN PARIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so upset that I was crying to my host mom here in Tours.

whatever, I'm going out tonight to celebrate Hannah's birthday. I'll just get drunk and dance the night away and deal with this tomorrow.