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Just got back from Oktoberfest. Am exhausted. Also nostalgic for all the short-lived German/Aussie/New Zealand/Swiss/English friendships I forged. Turns out everyone is your best friend when you are holding a 5 lb stein of beer 
"PROSCHTT!" = "cheers" in German. Probably butchered the spelling. 

Anyways there will of course be a post about Oktoberfest but before that I gotta tell the story of how I found myself leading a license 3 sociology class the second time I had even set foot in the classroom. 

 I had gathered from the 60% that I understood of the first lecture that I was to do an exposé along with 3 
other French etudiantes on the subject of "Discrimination and Exclusion in the Work Force". Quite honestly I 

picked the group that I picked because it had the cutest boys in it...

Seemed like a solid strategy at first . I didn't at the time realize that I had just signed up for the first time slot. Regardless, I remained brave. This would not be so bad. The exposé fell off my radar 

UNTIL two Wednesdays from then. The night before the exposé I met with the 3 french etudiantes in the Sociology library. I had some trouble finding it. I called Maxime the shorter of the cute boys

"I'm outside but the door is locked"

"D'accord"

Moments later he poked his head out of a room farther down the hallway to my left. He waved. I realized I was standing in front of a closet.

... whatever. I remained confident.  When I sat down they launched into a description of what they had gathered so far. On the docket was a short video, an analysis of a 30 page reading and two sociological studies. I felt I was missing something.

"Donc, how many minutes do we have? 15? 20?"

"Mais non. We have the whole class period"



merde..

I tried to act like this information wasn't horrifying to me."Oh bien sur. C'est excellente"


Fortunately, all ends well. Thankfully, not only were the mecs pretty cute they were also very capable and intelligent. And they also concluded that I would have no idea what was going on and so did all of the work for me. They showed me the two pages I would discuss and told me to put it "in my own words" (i.e. grammatically incorrect and practically incoherent). Formidable ! I would also need to lead a discussion. This proved to be awkward and difficult but not altogether impossible. All in all the worst thing that happened throughout the whole thing was that I looked down halfway through and realized I had spilled yogurt on my pants. 

Pas mal. c'est la vie en fait