And they didn't want to kill us afterall

The other day in a class I was sitting in on, a bunch of Frenchies came up to us ("us" = us four American students) and us that they were all hanging out later, and why don't we come, what's your number?

That night (this was after the Monday that almost killed my brain) we met up at a bar, there was like 20-something of them huddled around three tables pushed together. When they first invited us I was a little weirded out. It seemed random, maybe they were rounding us up to guillotine us or something? (I have low expectations when it comes to humanity, clearly). 

But it was actually really fun, really chill. We struggled with our French, they didn't laugh at us, they lied and said our French wasn't that bad. 

I come from the land of "hey, we should get a coffee sometime...*three weeks later and no coffee*."So getting an invitation by a group of people who follow through, and quickly, is kind of nice. Their invite actually means something. 

It probably seems really boring to you. To be honest I feel like I'm having a hard time conveying all the awesome things here (par contre, I'm doing quite an accurate job writing about all the bad things here, oh Jackson School, you only taught me how to critique). Sorry, I guess you gotta come here and see it yourself!