do as the french professors do.
Both my methodology and french class had a dinner today to celebrate the end of the "welcome programme". A nice concept, the French have, except for the fact that I was left to the less animate corner of the table (the bane of rectangular tables, after all), sitting in between our two french professors, the conservative girl, and the girl who lusts after one of our professors. What do you do when you're sitting in the boring corner? Well, of course, you have more wine.
And that I did.
After a number of glasses of sangria, white wine, and red wine, our methodology professor decided it would be pertinent to have some beer. While some were wise enough to go home, some of us were foolish (read: drunk) enough to go along. Conversations of football, opera, and classical music ensued.
When in France, do as your french (and way more bohemian) professors do.
- ► 2010 (25)
- Le Marais
- I think I'm starting to like you, Paris
- Paris is like this
- TOO SOON
- I'm Maria and I totes steal things from Dave to be...
- streets of Paris
- my brother's memoirs
- when in France...
- a brief history of (my) time (in Paris)
- but first,
- is everybody in? the ceremony's about to begin
- ▼ September (18)