1 more weekend (because next weekend doesn’t count.

4 more school days (apparently there’s no classes next Thursday and Friday)

4 more tests (I think. Definitely one tomorrow OMD. That’s «Oh Mon Dieu» by the way)

8 more days ( Saturday doesn’t count because I’m leaving so early)

I am totally gonna miss the people here, as well as the campus. The fear of being kicked out and the constant French, not so much. To everyone at home, I apologize in advance for my Franglais (where you stick random French words in your English sentences without realising it). It’s gonna happen, but this way you can pick up a little French too lol.

AH so many good times. This place would have been way cooler in English, I have to admit. But laughing at the bad grammer is okay. And the stealthyness of Jill.