An American in Paris and other reasons I love being friends with French People

Today was just as interesting as any other day in Lausanne. I made it through my usual 8 hours of class only to have my French friend, Charlotte suggest "eeuuuhhhh Jessica!, let's going to legs/butt/abs class!". Ok, I thought, I could use a good workout since I have been subsisting on a diet of chocolate and cheese for the past week. Oh was I so wrong. My attempts to do something good for myself ended in horrible pain. Everytime the French instructor would say "reste" I thought it met I could actually rest....nope, that means "hold it" or "stay"in French. So I'm pumping my legs up to the ceiling questioning why I am friends with Charlotte, but then the class ended and I realized I am really just out of shape and I shouldn't blame my adorable French friend.

We went back to our rooms and got ready for one of the funniest evenings I have had since I have been here. A group of us went to our usual hot spot, The Lido, and watched a comedy show called A New Yorker in Paris. It was so great. He managed to capture in one hour all of the things my friends and I have been laughing about for 5 months. When you go to an International school you learn a lot about yourself and the culture that you come from. Tonight was no exception. If you are ever in Paris or run into his show you should definitely go. What a great night. A lot of laughing with my French friends and good times.