Another cultural peculiarity here is la grève--or the strike. I've been fairly lucky in not getting hit with them too much this year. There was one instance in which my vacation to Brêtagne was delayed because of transportation on strike. Today, however, is a strike for. . . everyone? Because nobody likes working? Miraculously, none of my classes were cancelled. (Normally I'd be happy to skip out on class, but since this was my first week of classes, I really wanted to know how they'd be like.) On Monday (as a european way of celebrating Groundhog's day?), universities specifically are going on strike for an undetermined period of time. This means that if the strike is a month long, I have to stay here for an extra month until exams are all over with. Oh well. I don't think an extra month in southern France would be that bad.
The rest of my classes went swimmingly. On Tuesdays I'm taking an opera class that looks promising, I've got no classes on Wednesdays, and Thursdays have a developmental psych class and a psychology of music class on the schedule. No class for me tomorrow as I have again ingeniously arranged my schedule to have no Friday classes. This weekend I am going with my program on a trip to Saint Paul-de-Vence. Should be lovely. Next weekend, I'm going with my friend Elizabeth to Bologna and Revenna to experience firsthand the history and byzantine art-filled country that is Italy.
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