Well that is kinda a contradiction of terms. The french don't celebrate Thanksgiving, let alone know what the heck it is. So yesterday my homey Matt for Barcelona showed up in Romans to celebrate the day with me. We ate turkey sandwiches and called it a night. I was lucky enough to receive a phone call from my mother's party at 10:30pm just as I was going to sleep, and then another call from my dad's side at 1:30am just as I was sleeping. Has anyone ever heard of a time change? How about 8am class? I was really tired this morning but was happy to hear from everyone.
Okay gotta go teach my little beasts cuss words. This week's lessons have been on Sublime, the LA riots of 92, and still some Simpsons.
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