I had my last class today, graphic design. I handed in my project, filled with pictures of dicks, balls, and condoms (these were the images I was given to work with...) and ran away. Free from the horrors of French university for 3 whole months.

I also finished my classes with the eight year-old Chloe, who spoke no English a week ago, and who can now do an entire monologue introducing herself, her family, her school and her favorites. For our final class, I brought my iBook and we recorded a CD of spoken word and songs...5 tracks in all as well as two "On the moon..." bonus tracks, where we employed all kinds of funny space effects. Then she kicked my ass at Go Fish.

She cried when I left.

Chloe's classes are paying for my London trip. It is quite cool to get paid for singing songs and playing games.

My chorus concert was on Monday, and despite the fact that it is a terribly mediocre group, we sang our best. No rehearsals for 3 months.

I am incredibly relieved. I have my first free weekend in 2 months and it feels soooo good. Too bad the Ani DiFranco concert I was supposed to go to tonight was cancelled. That would've been such a great exclamation point. Oh, well. Instead I will treat AssRay to dinner!