Six Hours Later...

Today was a long, tough day. We were supposed to just have three hours of classes, from 9 to 12. But since we missed three hours of classes due to the snow, we had another three hours from 1 to 4. Aside from a brief listening exercise and a conversation about the differences between American and French universities, it was all grammar revision and not exactly fun. Fortunately tomorrow we only have 3 hours of classes.

For dinner Madame made us salmon and macaroni, then some other kind of fish. It was, as ever, delicious. This morning, Madame asked me to make sure I hadn't left anything on my bedroom floor so she could vacuum. In the process, she also made my bed and cleaned the bathroom Dan and I share. Not bad!

Not sure why each post has a different font but it's probably down to the fact that I type my posts in Word at home, then paste them into Blogger when I get to this Internet cafe. Speaking of the Internet cafe, by the way, it gets weirder every day. Normally their giant flatscreen TV shows French TV or, occasionally, MTV. Right now it's showing Michael Jackson's Thriller and Beat It music videos... it's like I never left home!