HAPPY 4TH OF JULY, BETCHES!

Today I did a really stupid thing. I set my “Classes” alarm for Mon, Tues, Thurs and Fridays because that’s when I have class. But today is Wednesday. So my alarm that I set did not go off. I need to set a different alarm for Wednesdays I guess. Ugh. So I woke up at like 12:10 p.m. when we were meeting at 1 p.m. to head over to our Wednesday activity. Oh well.

Our Wednesday activity this week was a little scavenger hunt around the city of Lyon. We were paired up with one person in every level of French classes (1-10) so it was a good mixture of French abilities. Being in level 5, I barely contributed.

But we walked around a lot more of the city than I have seen and it was amazing. This city is absolutely gorgeous.

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After that, most of us dialoguers decided we were going to meet up with the group of Americans from Marshall University (We are Marshall) in WV for a little Fourth of July mayhem. We went to this Scottish bar where everyone spoke English and ordered burgers and beer. It was a pretty awesome way to spend the Fourth if you ask me. Even though we didn’t practice much French.

The Marshall kids are pretty cool but they’re either staying in home stays far from the University or in a hostel. Ew. I’ll keep my dorm-style single across the street from the University, thanks. And my Northeastern dialoguers. Love y’all.

Au revoir (for now)

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Aujourd’hui c’est the premier jour des classes. Today was the first day of classes. My level is five – so, intermediate – and I have the most fabulous professor ever. He actually specifically asked that we don’t call him Monsieur, Professeur, etc. He wants us to call him Sebastien. Oh, Seb.

Anyway, we played Pictionary and I met a lot of people from Hong Kong and stuff. Then we ate French snacks and it was all good. Then we were done with class at 1 p.m. Not bad I say.

Then Chelsea, Connell, Leighann and I went on a super intense walk around the River Saone and it was so beautiful.

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After all that, we went to dinner with everyone. Obviously my table had 4 bottles of wine to seven people. So, apparently all of us had half a bottle each. Whatever. As if that’s a lot.

Then a few of us went out after dinner. And by that I mean like 11:30 p.m. since dinner ended up being about four hours long. So we went out, walked around to a few places we had wandered earlier in the day and came across a crowd of about 50-80 young people (about our age) just hanging out outside this bar. So, naturally, we just walked in as if we owned the place.

Our waiter came over to us and asked us (in French) what we wanted. And when we paused (because we weren’t sure yet) he immediately said, “Do you speak English?” Ugh. Yes. But we just didn’t know yet! Give us a sec. I mean, if we were in Boston and were saying, “Uhhhh” while looking at a menu the waiter wouldn’t automatically say, “Oh should I speak Spanish to you?” Strange. But he was still pretty nice. And my vodka sunrise was pretty good.

Au revior (for now)

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