Today consisted of a petit rendez-vous pour les grands quiches a Reid Hall (seriously, the quiche was as big as my head). Mme. Stevens and Prof. Mwantuali talked about things, everyone asked a lot of questions, and we spoke whole craploads of French. Apparently we Hamilton students are the snobs of Reid Hall because we actually speak French all the time, unlike the students in other programs (we share a building with Smith, Dartmouth, Sarah Lawrence, Middlebury, and I think somewhere else that I forgot about) who parler beaucoup d'anglais dans le jardin. But we have signs that say "Ici c'est Hamilton, et nous parlons francais tout le temps!" So obviously we parlons francais tout le temps. Or quelque chose comme ca. I can't do accents on this, I don't think :(

Also, Kit bought potato chips with ham on them, and I do not even want to discuss how much this disturbs me. The end.