Jill ne sais quoi

Today I only had one class, which was uber sweet. It was my Travaux Practiques, the French language class that I have 10 hours a week. The professor is really nice and we do fun exercises that make the time fly by. For a few days last week we split up into groups and wrote little skits, and today our professor mixed up all the skits and gave them to different groups. Then we had 20 minutes to "rehearse" before going before the camera (and the class) and performing. Next week we will get to watch ourselves and correct our pronunciation.

After class, I came home and Sam and I ate lunch. Then we decided to do laundry, which was a debacle. We ended up sitting in the laundromat for 2 hours, and at the end, our jeans still were soaking wet. If you came upstairs earlier this evening, you would have thought you had entered a jungle of pants. They were dangling from every possible door and chair.

Since January I have been e-mailing back and forth with a French student named Marion in Grenoble who wanted to improve her English (I met her through the website speakmania.com, which I strongly recommend if you would like to practice a foreign language), and earlier this week we had decided that we would meet up on campus today. It was very strange to meet in person, but she was really nice and we went to a cafe and chatted. We alternated between French and English, but she had a hard time understanding our English because all the English professors here are British or Australian, alors the accent is very different. But we're going to get lunch on campus sometime next week and she's going to bring some of her French friends, which should be fun. Above is a picture of Sam and Marion sitting on what I imagine is the French equivalent of a "quad".

After this we bought some pizza from Speed Rabbit Pizza (this is the actual name of the pizza chain, not the English translation), which was delicious, and the guys behind the counter were super nice, and tried speaking English with us. When we said we were from Boston, one of them exclaimed "Les Celtics!! That's my team!" He was really souped. I tried to ask about the Red Sox, and he was like "Basketball?" and I just sighed. The French hate baseball.

Here are some pictures I've taken of our gorgeous campus: