Recently a friend and I discovered… This probably seems ridiculous to most of you. First of all, I’m a French major, and therefore should have read it ages ago. Second, I’m a musical-theater lover and
When I was 11 years old, my father – after putting my little brother to bed – gave me a piggyback ride downstairs and plopped me on the couch to watch a movie with him. This was special for several reasons:
1) I had already watched Harry Potter that night (on his computer) while he and my brother watched Toy Story for the umpteenth time. I was in my pajamas and expecting to go to bed when he found me.
A few weeks ago during my daily commute to the Sorbonne, my heart somersaulted at the sight of this poster in the metro: