I was going to tell you all about my fabulous weekend (which I will), but first I must tell you about the traumatic (well, not exactly traumatic) thing that happened to me this morning. Upon arriving at le Centre Oregon, comme d'habitude, I decided to go down to le department de musicologie to make sure that the room for my crazy MA music class (which I'm afraid of) has not yet changed. After determining that it hasn't, I decided to take an exciting trip to find this famous salle 4 (and possibly the unfindable salle 2), which is supposedly in the basement. I get down to the basement and there's a huge group of people standing in the hallway and talking. As soon as I walk onto the floor, everyone stops talking and looks at me. Oh fun. After staring at me for a second, some designated person asks me if I'm looking for something. Not wanting to admit that I am, in fact, a dork and looking for the class two days ahead of time, I made up a story about looking for a room for the students, because no one could find it. Actually, that part was true. But as I fumbled around, they said that they, also, had no clue where this room was. Great. So I accomplished nothing and got stared down by French students. They weren't mean, just curious. I guess. And I have just been told that there is more than one salle 2. Oh great.